would not go into print.

You are sending me a book, and Chapman's Homer it is? Are you
bound by your Arabian bounty to a largess whenever you think of
your friend? And you decry the book too. 'T-is long since I
read it, or in it, but the apotheosis of Homer, in the dedication
to Prince Henry, "Thousands of years attending," &c., is one of
my lasting inspirations. The book has not arrived yet, as the
letter always travels faster, but shall be watched and received
and announced.

But since you are all bounty and care for me, where are the new
volumes of the Library Edition of Carlyle? I received duly, as I
wrote you in a former letter, nine Volumes,--_Sartor; Life of
Schiller;_ five Vols. of _Miscellanies; French Revolution;_
these books oddly addressed to my name, but at _Cincinnati,_
Massachusetts. Whether they went to Ohio, and came back to
Boston, I know not. Two volumes came later, duplicates of two
already received, and were returned at my request by Fields & Co.
with an explanation. But no following volume has come. I write
all this because you said in one letter that Mr. Chapman assured
you that every month a book was despatched to my address.

But what do I read in our Boston Newspapers twice in the last
three days? That "Thomas Carlyle is coming to America," and the
tidings cordially greeted by the editors; though I had just
received your letter silent to any such point. Make that story
true, though it had never a verisimilitude since thirty odd years
ago, and you shall make many souls happy and perhaps show you so
many needs and opportunities for beneficent power that you cannot