—­T.  Carlyle

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* The Reverend Beriah Green, President for some years of Oneida
Institute, a manual-labor school at Whitesboro, N.Y.   He was an
active reformer, and a leading member of the National Convention
which met in Philadelphia, December 4th, 1833, to form the
American Antislavery Society.   He died in 1874, seventy-nine
years old.
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CXV.  Emerson to Carlyle

Concord, 31 July, 1846

My Dear Friend,—­The new edition of Cromwell in its perfect form and in excellent dress, and the copy of the Appendix, came munificently safe by the last steamer.  When thought is best, then is there most,—­is a faith of which you alone among writing men at this day will give me experience.  If it is the right frankincense and sandal-wood, it is so good and heavenly to give me a basketful and not a pinch.  I read proudly, a little at a time, and have not yet got through the new matter.  But I think neither the new letters nor the commentary could be spared.  Wiley and Putnam shall do what they can, and we will see if New England will not come to reckon this the best chapter in her Pentateuch.

I send this letter by Margaret Fuller, of whose approach I believe I wrote you some word.  There is no foretelling how you visited and crowded English will like our few educated men or women, and in your learned populace my luminaries may easily be overlooked.  But of all the travelers whom you have so kindly received from me, I think of none, since Alcott went to England, whom I so much desired that you should see and like, as this dear old friend of mine.  For two years now I have scarcely seen her, as she has been at New York, engaged by Horace Greeley as a literary editor of his Tribune newspaper.  This employment was made acceptable to her by good pay, great local and personal conveniences of all kinds, and unbounded confidence and respect from Greeley himself, and all other parties connected with this influential journal (of 30,000 subscribers, I believe).  And Margaret Fuller’s work as critic of all new books, critic of the drama, of music, and good arts in New York, has been honorable to her.  Still this employment is not satisfactory to me.  She is full of all nobleness, and with the generosity native to her mind and character appears to me an exotic in New England, a foreigner from some more sultry and expansive climate.  She is, I suppose, the earliest reader and lover of Goethe in this Country, and nobody here knows him so well.  Her love too of whatever is good in French, and specially in Italian genius, give her the best title to travel.  In short, she is our citizen of the world by quite special diploma.  And I am heartily glad that she has an opportunity of going abroad that pleases her.