symptom of its being soon about to leave the world has come to light in my time.  As if King Macready should quit Covent-Garden, go down to St. Stephen’s, and insist on saying, Le roi le veut!—­I read last night the wonderfulest article to that effect, in the shape of a criticism on myself, in the Quarterly Review. It seems to be by one Sewell, an Oxford doctor of note, one of the chief men among the Pusey-and-Newman Corporation.  A good man, and with good notions, whom I have noted for some years back.  He finds me a very worthy fellow; “true, most true,”—­except where I part from Puseyism, and reckon the shovel-hat to be an old bit of felt; then I am false, most false.  As the Turks say, Allah akbar!

I forget altogether what I said of Landor; but I hope I did not put him in the Heraud category:  a cockney windbag is one thing; a scholar and bred man, though incontinent, explosive, half-true, is another.  He has not been in town, this year; Milnes describes him as eating greatly at Bath, and perhaps even cooking!  Milnes did get your Letter:  I told you?  Sterling has the Concord landscape; mine is to go upon the wall here, and remind me of many things.  Sterling is busy writing; he is to make Falmouth do, this winter, and try to dispense with Italy.  He cannot away with my doctrine of Silence; the good John.  My Wife has been better than usual all summer; she begins to shiver again as winter draws nigh.  Adieu, dear Emerson.  Good be with you and yours.  I must be far gone when I cease to love you.  “The stars are above us, the graves are under us.”  Adieu.

—­T.  Carlyle

LVIII.  Emerson to Carlyle

Concord, 30 October, 1840

My Dear Friend,—­My hope is that you may live until this creeping bookseller’s balance shall incline at last to your side.  My rude ciphering, based on the last account of this kind which I sent you in April from J. Munroe & Co., had convinced me that I was to be in debt to you at this time L40 or more; so that I actually bought L40 the day before the “Caledonia” sailed to send you; but on giving my new accounts to J.M. & Co., to bring the statement up to this time, they astonished me with the above written result.  I professed absolute incredulity, but Nichols* labored to show me the rise and progress of all my blunders.  Please to send the account with the last to your Fraser, and have it sifted.  That I paid, a few weeks since, $481.34, and again, $28.12, for printing and paper respectively, is true.—­C.C.  Little & Co. acknowledge the sale of 82 more copies of the London Edition French Revolution since the 187 copies of July 1; but these they do not get paid for until January 1, and we it seems must wait as long.  We will see if the New-Year’s-day will bring us more pence.