I shall convey in two days your message to Stearns Wheeler, who is now busy in correcting the new volumes.  He is now Greek Tutor in Harvard College.*—­Kindest thanks to Jane Carlyle for her generous remembrances, which I will study to deserve.  Has the heterodoxy arrived in Chelsea, and quite destroyed us even in the charity of our friend?  I am sorry to have worried you so often about the summer letter.  Now am I your debtor four times.  The parish commotion, too, has long ago subsided here, and my course of Lectures on “Human Life” finds a full attendance.  I wait for the coming of the Westminster, which has not quite yet arrived here, though I have seen the London advertisement.  It sounds prosperously in my ear what you say of Dr. Carlyle’s appointments.  I was once very near the man in Rome, but did not see him.  I will atone as soon as I can for this truncated epistle.  You must answer it immediately, so far as to acknowledge the receipt of the enclosed bill of exchange, and soon I will send you the long promised account of the French Revolution, and also such moral account of the same as is over due.

Yours affectionately,
                R.W.  Emerson

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* This promising young scholar edited with English notes the
first American edition of Herodotus.   He went to Europe to pursue
his studies, and died, greatly regretted, at Rome, of a fever,
in 1848.
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XXXIII.  Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, London, 8 February, 1859

My Dear Friend,—­Your welcome little Letter, with the astonishing inclosure, arrived safe four days ago; right welcome, as all your Letters are, and bringing as these usually do the best news I get here.  The miraculous draught of Paper I have just sent to a sure hand in Liverpool, there to lie till in due time it have ripened into a crop of a hundred gold sovereigns!  On this subject, which gives room for so many thoughts, there is little that can be said, that were not an impertinence more or less.  The matter grows serious to me, enjoins me to be silent and reflect.  I will say, at any rate, there never came money into my hands I was so proud of; the promise of a blessing looks from the face of it; nay, it will be twice blessed.  So I will ejaculate, with the Arabs, Allah akbar! and walk silent by the shore of the many-sounding Babel-tumult, meditating on much.  Thanks to the mysterious all-bounteous Guide of men, and to you my true Brother, far over the sea!—­For the rest, I showed Fraser this Nehemiah document, and said I hoped he would blush very deep;—­which indeed the poor creature did, till I was absolutely sorry for him.