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the Newspaper, and have in a state of assiduous circulation to the comfort of many. — I cannot bid you quit the Dial, though it, too, alas, is Antinomian somewhat! Perge, perge, nevertheless. — And so now an end. T. C. LXXVHI. CARLYLE TO EMERSON. Chelsea, London, 29 August, 1842. My Dear Emerson, — This morning your new Letter, of the 15th August, has arrived;J exactly one fortnight old: thanks to the gods and steam-demons! I already, perhaps six weeks ago, answered your former Letter, — acknowledging the manna-gift of the £51, and other things; nor do I think the Letter can have been lost, for I remember putting it into the PostrOffice myself. To-day I am on the eve of an expedition into Suffolk, and full of petty business: however, I will throw you one word, — were it only to lighten my own heart a little. You are a kind friend to me, and a precious; — and when I mourn over the impotence of Human Speech, and how each of us, speak or write as hewill, has to stand dumb, cased up in his own un- utterabilities, before his unutterable Brother, I feel always as if Emerson were the man I could soonest try to speak with, — were I within reach of him! Well; we must be content. A pen is a pen, and worth something; though it expresses about as much of a man's meaning perhaps as the stamping of a hoof will express of a horse's meaning; a very poor expression indeed! 1 This letter of 15th August is missing. Your bibliopolic advice about Cromwell or my next Book shall be carefully attended, if I live ever to write another Book! But I have again got down into primeval Night; and live alone and mute with the Manes, as you say; uncertain whether Ishall ever more see day. I am partly ashamed of myself ; but cannot help it. One of my grand difficulties I suspect to be that I cannot...
