better edition than I had.  Of “Levered” and the other small American Documents—­alas, I get cartloads of the like or better tumbled down at my door, and my chief duty is to front them resolutely with a shovel. “Ten thousand tons” is but a small estimate for the quantity of loose and indurated lumber I have had to send sounding, on each hand of me, down, down to the eternal deeps, never to trouble me more!  The jingle of it, as it did at last get under way, and go down, was almost my one consolation in those unutterable operations.—­I am again over head and ears; but shall be out soon:  never to return more.

By this Packet, according to volunteer contract, there goes out by the favor of your Chapman a number of sheets, how many I do not exactly know, of the New Edition:  Chapman First and Chapman Second (yours and mine) have undertaken to manage the affair for this month and for the following months;—­many thanks to them both for taking it out of my hands.  What you are to do with the Article you already know.  If no other customer present himself, can you signify to Mr. Hart of Philadelphia that the sheets are much at his service,—­his conduct on another occasion having given him right to such an acknowledgment from me?  Or at any rate, you will want a new Copy of this Book; and can retain the sheets for that object.—­Enough of them.

From Mr. Everett I learn that your Boston Lectures have been attended with renown enough:  when are the Lectures themselves to get to print?  I read, last night, an Essay on you, by a kind of “Young Scotland,” as we might call it, in an Edinburgh Magazine; very fond of you, but shocked that you were Antichristian:—­ really not so bad.  The stupidities of men go crossing one another; and miles down, at the bottom of all, there is a little veinlet of sense found running at last!

If you see Mr. Everett, will you thank him for his kind remembrance of me, till I find leisure (as I have vainly hoped today to do) to thank him more in form.  A dignified, compact kind of man; whom I remember with real pleasure.

Jargon abounds in our Newspapers and Parliament Houses at present;—­with which “the present Editor,” and indeed I think the Public at large, takes little concern, beyond the regret of being bored by it.  The Corn-Laws are going very quietly the way of all deliriums; and then there will at least be one delirium less, and we shall start upon new ones.

Not a word more today, but my blessings and regards.  God be with you and yours always.

Ever your affectionate,
                   T. Carlyle

CVIII.  Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, 18 April, 1846

Dear Emerson,—­Your two Letters* have both come to hand, the last of them only three days ago.  One word in answer before the Packet sail; one very hasty word, rather than none.