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Yours with love,
R.W. Emerson


XCVI. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, 3 November, 1844
Dear Emerson,--By the clearest law I am bound to write you a word
today, were my haste even greater than it is. The last American
fleet or ship, about the middle of last month, brought me a Draft
for Thirty Pounds; which I converted into ready cash, and have
here,--and am now your grateful debtor for, as of old. There
seems to be no end to those Boston Booksellers! I think the well
is dry; and straightway it begins to run again. Thanks to you:
--it is, I dare say, a thing you too are grateful for. We will
recognize it among the good things of this rather indifferent
world.--By the way, if that good Clark _like_ his business, let
him go on with it; but if not, stop him, poor fellow! It is to
me a matter of really small moment whether those Booksellers'
accounts be ever audited in this world, or left over to the
General Day of Audit. I myself shudder at the sight of such
things; and make my bargain here so always as to have no trade
with them, but to be _netto_ from the first.


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