one
sees worthy souls from a far country, who cannot abide with you,
who throw you a kind greeting as they pass. I inquired
considerably about Concord, and a certain man there; one of the
fair pilgrims told me several comfortable things. By the bye,
how very good you are, in regard to this of Unitarianism! I
declare, I am ashamed of my intolerance:--and yet you have ceased
to be a Teacher of theirs, have you not? I mean to address you
this time by the secular title of Esquire; as if I liked you
better so. But truly, in black clothes or in white, by this
style or by that, the man himself can never be other than welcome
to me. You will further allow me to fancy that you are now
wedded; and offer our united congratulations and kindest good
wishes to that new fair Friend of ours, whom one day we shall
surely know more of,--if the Fates smile.

My sheet is ending, and I must not burden you with double postage
for such stuff as this. By dint of some inquiry I have learnt
the law of the American Letter-carrying; and I now mention it
for our mutual benefit. There are from New York to London three
packets monthly (on the 1st, on the 10th, on the 20th); the
masters of these carry Letters gratis for all men; and put the
same into the Post-Office; there are some pence charged on the
score of "Ship-letter" there, and after that, the regular postage
of the country, if the Letter has to go farther. I put this,
for example, into a place called North and South American
Coffee-house in the City here, and pay twopence for it, and it
flies. Doubtless there is some similar receiving-house with its
"leather bag" somewhere in New York, and fixed days (probably the
same as our days) for emptying, or rather for tying and despatching,
said leather bag: if you deal with the London Packets (so long as
I am here) in preference to the Liverpool ones, it will all be
well. As for the next Letter, (if you write as I hope you may
before hearing from me again,) pray direct it, "Care of John
Mill, Esq., India House, London"; and he will forward it
directly, should I even be still absent in the North.--Now will
you write? and pray write something about yourself. We both love
you here, and send you all good prayers. _Vale faveque!_

Yours ever,
T. Carlyle

IX. Emerson to Carlyle*

Concord, 7 October, 1835

My Dear Friend,--Please God I will never again sit six weeks of
this short human life over a letter of yours