I have visited your Bookseller Chapman; seen the Proof-sheets lying on his table; taken order that the reprint shall be well corrected,—­indeed, I am to read every sheet myself, and in that way get acquainted with it, before it go into stereotype.  Chapman is a tall, lank youth of five-and-twenty; full of good will, but of what other equipment time must yet try.  By a little Book of his, which I looked at some months ago, he seemed to me sunk very deep in the dust-hole of extinct Socinianism; a painful predicament for a man!  He is not sure of saving much copyright for you; but he will do honestly what in that respect is doable; and he will print the Book correctly, and publish it decently, I saying imprimatur if occasion be,—­and your ever-increasing little congregation here will do with the new word what they can.  I add no more today; reserving a little nook for the answer I hope to get two days hence.  Adieu, my Friend:  it is silent Sunday; the populace not yet admitted to their beer-shops, till the respectabilities conclude their rubric-mummeries,—­a much more audacious feat than beer!  We have wet wind at Northeast, and a sky somewhat of the dreariest:—­ Courage! a little way above it reigns mere blue, and sunshine eternally!—­T.C.

Wednesday, October 2d.—­The Letter had to wait till today, and is still in time.  Anthony Sterling, who is yet at Ventnor, apprises me this morning that according to his and the Governess’s belief the Russell Manuscripts arrived duly, and were spoken of more than once by our Friend.—­On Monday I received from this same Anthony a big packet by Post; it contains among other things all your Letters to John, wrapt up carefully, and addressed in his hand, “Emerson’s Letters, to be returned through the hands of Carlyle”:  they shall go towards you next week, by Mr. James, who is about returning.  Among the other Papers was one containing seven stanzas of verse addressed to T. Carlyle, 14th September; full of love and enthusiasm;—­the Friday before his death:  I was visiting the old City of Winchester that day, among the tombs of Canutes and eldest noble ones:  you may judge how sacred the memory of those hours now is!

I have read your Slavery Address; this morning the first half- sheet, in Proof, of the Essays has come:  perfectly correct, and right good reading.

Yours ever,
       T. Carlyle

XCV.  Emerson to Carlyle

Concord, 30 September, 1844 My Dear Friend,—­I enclose a bill of exchange for thirty pounds sterling which I procured in town today at $5 each pound, or $150; so high, it seems, is the rate at present, higher, they said, than for years.  It is good booksellers’ money from Little and Brown, and James Munroe & Co., in unequal proportions.  If you wish for more accurate information and have a great deal of patience, there is still hope that you may obtain it before death; for I this day met E.P.  Clark in Washington Street, and he reported some progress in auditing of accounts, and said that when presently his family should return to town for the winter, he would see to the end of them, i.e. the accounts.