say, "Steal, then!" But if the locks prove insufficient, and the
thief do break through,--that side of the alternative also will
suit you very well; and, with perhaps a faint prayer for gibbets
when they are necessary, you will say to him, next time, "_Macte
virtute,_ my man."

All is in a whirl with me here today; no other topic but this
very poor one can be entered upon. I hope for a letter from your
own hand soon, and some news about still more interesting matters.

Adieu, my Friend; I feel still as if, in several senses, you
stood alone with me under the sky at present!*

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* The signature to this letter has been cut off.
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LXXXIII. Emerson to Carlyle

Concord, 29 April, 1843

My Dear Carlyle,--It is a pleasure to set your name once more at
the head of a sheet. It signifies how much gladness, how much
wealth of being, that the good, wise, man-cheering, man-helping
friend, though unseen, lives there yonder, just out of sight.
Your star burns there just below our eastern horizon, and fills
the lower and upper air with splendid and splendescent auroras.