You send me good news, as usual.  You have been very brisk and helpful in this business of the Revolution Book, and I give you many thanks and commendations.  It will be a very brave day when cash actually reaches me, no matter what the number of the coins, whether seven or seven hundred, out of Yankee-land; and strange enough, what is not unlikely, if it be the first cash I realize for that piece of work,—­Angle-land continuing still insolvent to me!  Well, it is a wide Motherland we have here, or are getting to have, from Bass’s Straits all round to Columbia River, already almost circling the Globe:  it must be hard with a man if somewhere or other he find not some one or other to take his part, and stand by him a little!  Blessings on you, my brother:  nay, your work is already twice blessed.—­I believe after all, with the aid of my Scotch thrift, I shall not be absolutely thrown into the streets here, or reduced to borrow, and become the slave of somebody, for a morsel of bread.  Thank God, no!  Nay, of late I begin entirely to despise that whole matter, so as I never hitherto despised it:  “Thou beggarliest Spectre of Beggary that hast chased me ever since I was man, come on then, in the Devil’s name, let us see what is in thee!  Will the Soul of a man, with Eternity within a few years of it, quail before thee?” Better, however, is my good pious Mother’s version of it:  “They cannot take God’s Providence from thee; thou hast never wanted yet."*

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* In his Diary, May 9, 1838, Emerson wrote:   “A letter this
morning from T. Carlyle.   How should he be so poor?   It is the
most creditable poverty I know of.”
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But to go on with business; and the republication of books in that Transoceanic England, New and improved Edition of England.  In January last, if I recollect right, Miss Martineau, in the name of a certain Mr. Loring, applied to me for a correct List of all my fugitive Papers; the said Mr. Loring meaning to publish them for my behoof.  This List she, though not without solicitation, for I had small hope in it, did at last obtain, and send, coupled with a request from me that you should be consulted in the matter.  Now it appears you had of yourself previously determined on something of the same sort, and probably are far on with the printing of your Two select volumes.  I confess myself greatly better pleased with it on that footing than on another.  Who Mr. Loring may be I know not, with any certainty, at first hand; but who Waldo Emerson is I do know; and more than one god from the machine is not necessary.  I pray you, thank Mr. Loring for his goodness towards me (his intents are evidently charitable and not wicked); but consider yourself as in nowise bound at all by that blotted Paper he has, but do the best you can for me, consulting with him or not taking any counsel just as you see to be fittest on the spot.  And so Heaven prosper you, both in your “aroused