ript Copy of the latter half made ready: joining the
printed sheets and this manuscript, your Bookseller will have a
three weeks' start of any rival, if I instantly despatch the
Parcel to him. Will this do? this with the announcement of the
Title as given above? Pray write to me straightway, and say.
Your answer will be here before we can publish; and the Packet
of Proof-sheets and Manuscript may go off whether there be word
from you or none.--And so enough of _Past and Present._ And
indeed enough of all things, for my haste is excessive in
these hours.

The last _Dial_ came to me about three weeks ago _as a
Post-Letter,_ charged something like a guinea of postage, if
I remember; so it had to be rejected, and I have not yet seen
that Number; but will when my leeway is once brought up a little
again. The two preceding Numbers were, to a marked extent, more
like life than anything I had seen before of the _Dial._ There
was not indeed anything, except the Emersonian Papers alone,
which I know by the first ring of them on the tympanum of the
mind, that I properly speaking _liked;_ but there was much that
I did not dislike, and did half like; and I say, "_I fausto
pede;_ that will decidedly do better!" By the bye, it were as
well if you kept rather a strict outlook on Alcott and his
English _Tail,_--I mean so far as we here have any business with
it. Bottomless imbeciles ought not to be seen in company with
Ralph Waldo Emerson, who has already men listening to him on this
side of the water. The "Tail" has an individual or two of that
genus,--and the rest is mainly yet undecided. For example, I
knew old --- myself; and can testify, if you will believe me,
that few greater blockheads (if "blockhead" may mean "exasperated
imbecile" and the ninth part of a thinker) broke the world's
bread in his day. Have a care of such! I say always to myself,
--and to you, which you forgive me.

Adieu, my dear Emerson. May a good Genius guide you; for you
are _alone, alone;_ and have a steep pilgrimage to make,--
leading _high,_ if you do not slip or stumble!

Ever your affectionate,
T. Carlyle

LXXXII. Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, 1 April, 1843

My Dear Carlyle,--Along with this Letter there will go from
Liverpool, on the 4th instant, the promised Parcel, complete Copy
of the Book called _Past and Present,_ of which you already had
two simultaneous announcements.* The name of the Steam