The Printers have sent me some five or six sheets, they send me hitherto a sheet daily; but perhaps there are not above three or two in a perfect state:  so I trouble you with none of them by this Packet.  But by next Packet (3d of March), unless I hear to the contrary, I will send you all the Sheets that are ready; and so by the following Packets, till we are out of it;—­that you, on the scene there, may do with them once for all whatsoever you like.  If nothing can be done with them, believe me I shall be very glad of that result.  But if you can so much as oblige any honest Bookseller of your or my acquaintance by the gift of them, let it be done; let Pirates and ravenous Bipeds of Prey be excluded from participating:  that of itself will be a comfortable and a proper thing!—­You are hereby authorized to promulgate in any way you please, That the Second Edition will be augmented, corrected, as aforesaid; and that Mr. (Any Son of Adam you please to name) is, so far as I have any voice in the matter, appointed by me, to the exclusion of all and sundry others on what pretext soever, to print and vend the same to my American Friends.  And so it stands; and the Sheets (probably near thirty in number) will be out with the March Packet:—­ and if nothing can come of it, I for one shall be very glad!  The Book is to be in Three Volumes now; the first ends at p. 403, Vol.  I.; the third begins at p. 155, Vol.  II., of the present edition.

What are you doing?  Write to me:  how the Lectures went, how all things went and go!  We are over head and ears in Anti-Corn-Law here; the Aristocracy struck almost with a kind of horror at sight of that terrible Millocracy, rising like a huge hideous Frankenstein up in Lancashire,—­seemingly with boundless ready-money in its pocket, and a very fierce humor in its stomach!  To me it is as yet almost uglier than the Aristocracy; and I will not fire guns when this small victory is gained; I will recommend a day of Fasting rather, that such a victory required such gaining.

Adieu, my Friend.  Is it likely we shall meet in “Oregon,” think you?  That would be a beautiful affair, on the part of the most enlightened Nation!

Yours ever,
        T. Carlyle

CVII.  Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, 3 March, 1846

Dear Emerson,—­I must write you a word before this Packet go, tho’ my haste is very great.  I received your two Newspapers (price only twopence); by the same Ship there came, and reached me some days later, a Letter from Mr. Everett enclosing the Cromwell portions of the same printed-matter, clipt out by scissors; written, it appeared, by Mr. Everett’s nephew; some of whose remarks, especially his wish that I might once be in New England, and see people “praying,” amused me much!  The Cotton Letter, &c., I have now got to the bottom of; Birch’s copy is in the Museum here,—­a