you can give
us them with a trifling loss. It is possible they may make some
better proposal about an Edition here: that depends on the fate
of _Sartor_ here, at present trying itself; which I have not in
the least ascertained. For the present, thank as is meet all
friends in your world that have interested themselves for me.
Alas! I have nothing to give them but thanks. Henry McKean,
Charles Wheeler, Convers Francis; these Names shall, if it
please Heaven, become Persons for me, one day. Well!--But I will
say nothing more. That too is of the things on which all Words
are poor to Silence. Good to the Good and Kind!

A Letter from me must have crossed that _descriptive_ Concord
one, on the Ocean, I think. Our correspondence is now standing
on its feet. I will write to you again, whether I hear from you
or not, so soon as my hand finds its cunning again in London,--so
soon as I can see there what is to be done or said. All goes
decidedly better, I think. My Wife was and is much healthier
than last year, than in any late year. I myself get visibly
quieter my preternatural _Meditations in Hades,_ apropos of this
Annandale of mine, are calm compared with those of last year. By
another Course of Lectures I have a fair prospect of living for
another season; nay, people call it a "new profession" I have
devised for myself, and say I may live by it as many years as I
like. This too is partly the fruit of my poor Book; one should
not say that it was worth nothing to me even in money. Last year
I fancied my Audience mainly the readers of it; drawn round me,
in spite of many things, by force of it. Let us be content. I
have Jesuits, Swedenborgians, old Quakeresses, _omne cum Proteus,_
--God help me, no man ever had so confused a public!--I
salute you, my dear Friend, and your hospitable circle. May
blessings be on your kind household, on your kind hearts!

--T. Carlyle

A copy of the English _Teufelsdrockh_ has lain with your name on
it these two months in Chelsea; waiting an opportunity. It is
worth nothing to you: a dingy, ill-managed edition; but correct
or nearly correct as to printing; it is right that such should
be in your hands in case of need. The New England Pamphlets will
be greedily expected. More than one inquires of me, Has that
Emerson of yours written nothing else? And I have lent them the
little Book _Nature,_ till it is nearly thumbed to