My poor Wife is still weak, overshadowed with sorrow: her loss
is great, the loss almost as of the widow's mite; for except her
good Mother she had almost no kindred left; and as for friends--
they are not rife in this world.--God be thanked withal they are
not entirely non-extant! Have I not a Friend, and Friends,
though they too are in sorrow? Good be with you all.

--T. Carlyle.


By far the valuablest thing that Alcott brought me was the
Newspaper report of Emerson's last Lectures in New York. Really
a right wholesome thing; radiant, fresh as the _morning;_ a
thing _worth_ reading; which accordingly I clipped from 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.



LXXVIII. Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, London, 29 August, 1842

My Dear. Emerson,--This, morning your new Letter, of the 15th
August, has arrived;* exactly one fortnight old: thanks to the
gods and steam-demons! I already, perhaps six weeks ago,