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"The Correspondence of Thomas Carlyle and Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1834-1872, Vol II."

In short, I am willing, I am willing; and so let us not
waste another drop of ink on it at present!--On the whole, are
not you a strange fellow? You apologize as if with real pain for
"trouble" I had, or indeed am falsely supposed to have had, with
Chapman here; and forthwith engage again in correspondences, in
speculations, and negotiations, and I know not what, on my
behalf! For shame, for shame! Nay, you have done one very
ingenious thing; to set Clark upon the Boston Booksellers'
accounts: it is excellent; Michael Scott setting the Devil
to twist ropes of sand, "There, my brave one; see if you don't
find work there for a while!" I never think of this Clark
without love and laughter. Once more, _Euge!_ Chapman is fast
selling your Books here; striking off a new Five Hundred from
his Stereotypes. You are wrong as to your Public in this
Country; it is a very pretty public; extends pretty much,
I believe, through all ranks, and is a growing one,--and a truly
_aristocratic,_ being of the bravest inquiring minds we have.


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