that, one of the friendliest of Letters from you, with a
clear and most inviting description of the Concord Household, its
inmates and appurtenances; and the announcement, evidently
authentic, that an apartment and heart's welcome was ready there
for my Wife and me; that we were to come quickly, and stay for a
twelvemonth. Surely no man has such friends as I. We ought to
say, May the Heavens give us thankful hearts! For, in truth,
there are blessings which do, like sun-gleams in wild weather,
make this rough life beautiful with rainbows here and there.
Indicating, I suppose, that there is a Sun, and general Heart of
Goodness, behind all that;--for which, as I say again, let us be
thankful evermore.

My Wife says she received your American Bill of so many pounds
sterling for the Revolution Book, with a "pathetic feeling" which
brought "tears" to her eyes. From beyond the waters there is a
hand held out; beyond the waters too live brothers. I would
only the Book were an Epic, a _Dante,_ or undying thing, that New
England might boast in after times of this feat of hers; and put
stupid, poundless, and penniless Old England to the blush about
it! But after all, that is no matter; the feebler the well-
meant Book is, the more "pathetic" is the whole transaction: and
so we will go on, fuller than ever of "desperate hope" (if you
know what that is), with a feeling one would not give and could
not get for several money-bags; and say or think, Long live true
friends and Emersons, and (in Scotch phrase) "May ne'er waur be
amang us!"--I will buy something permanent, I think, out of this
L50, and call it either _Ebenezer_ or _Yankee-doodle-doo._ May
good be repaid you manifold, my kind Brother! may good be ever
with you, my kind Friends all!

But now as to this edition of the _Miscellanies_ (poor things), I
really think my Wife is wisest, who says I ought to leave you
altogether to your own resources with it, America having an art
of making money out of my Books which England is unfortunately
altogether without. Besides, till I once see the Two Volumes now
under way, and can let a Bookseller see them, there could no
bargain be made on the subject. We will let it rest there,
therefore. Go on with your second Two Volumes, as if there were
no England extant, according to your own good judgment. When I
get to London, I will consult some of the blockheads with the
Book in my hand: if we do want Two Hundred copies,