-------------

My friend! I must end here. Forgive me till I get done with
this Book. Can you have the generosity to write, _without_ an
answer? Well, if you can_not,_ I will answer. Do not forget me.
My love and my Wife's to your good Lady, to your Brother, and all
friends. Tell me what you do; what your world does. As for my
world, take this (which I rendered from the German Voss, a tough
old-Teutonic fellow) for the best I can say of it:--

"As journeys this Earth, her eye on a Sun, through the
heavenly spaces,
And, radiant in azure, or Sunless, swallowed in tempests,
Falters not, alters not; journeying equal, sunlit or
stormgirt
So thou, Son of Earth, who hast Force,
Goal, and Time, go still onwards."

Adieu, my dear friend! Believe me ever Yours,
Thomas Carlyle




XII. Emerson to Carlyle

Concord, Massachusetts, 17 September, 1836

My Dear Friend,--I hope you do not measure my love by the
tardiness of my messages. I have few pleasures like that of