I have many things to say upon the topics of your letter, but my letter is already so immeasurably long, it must stop.  Long as it is, I regret I have not more facts.  Dr. Channing is in New York, or I think, despite your negligence of him, I should have visited him on account of his interest in you.  Could you see him you would like him.  I shall write you immediately on learning anything new bearing on this business.  I intended to have despatched this letter a day or two sooner, that it might go by the packet of the 1st of May from New York.  Now it will go by that of the 8th, and ought to reach you in thirty days.  Send me your thoughts upon it as soon as you can.  I jalouse of that new book.  I fear its success may mar my project.

Yours affectionately,
               R. Waldo Emerson

VII.  Carlyle to Emerson

5 Cheyne Row, Chelsea, London 13 May, 1835

Thanks, my kind friend, for the news you again send me.  Good news, good new friends; nothing that is not good comes to me across these waters.  As if the “Golden West” seen by Poets were no longer a mere optical phenomenon, but growing a reality, and coining itself into solid blessings!  To me it seems very strange; as indeed generally this whole Existence here below more and more does.

We have seen your Barnard:  a most modest, intelligent, compact, hopeful-looking man, who will not revisit you without conquests from his expedition hither.  We expect to see much more of him; to instruct him, to learn of him:  especially about that real-imaginary locality of “Concord,” where a kindly-speaking voice lives incarnated, there is much to learn.

That you will take to yourself a wife is the cheerfulest tidings you could send us.  It is in no wise meet for man to be alone; and indeed the beneficent Heavens, in creating Eve, did mercifully guard against that.  May it prove blessed, this new arrangement!  I delight to prophesy for you peaceful days in it; peaceful, not idle; filled rather with that best activity which is the stillest.  To the future, or perhaps at this hour actual Mrs. Emerson, will you offer true wishes from two British Friends; who have not seen her with their eyes, but whose thoughts need not be strangers to the Home she will make for you.  Nay, you add the most chivalrous summons:  which who knows but one day we may actually stir ourselves to obey!  It may hover for the present among the gentlest of our day-dreams; mild-lustrous; an impossible possibility.  May all go well with you, my worthy Countryman, Kinsman, and brother Man!