Though I have little skill in these
things, and must borrow that of my neighbors, yet the works of
the garden and orchard at this season are fascinating, and will
eat up days and weeks, and a brave scholar should shun it like
gambling, and take refuge in cities and hotels from these
pernicious enchantments. For the present, I stay in the
new orchard.
Duyckinck, a literary man in New York, who advises Wiley and
Putnam in their publishing enterprises, wrote me lately, that
they had $600 for you, from _Cromwell._ So may it be.
Yours,
R.W.E.
CXXI. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, 18 May, 1847
Dear Emerson,--....My time is nearly up today; but I write a
word to acknowledge your last Letter (30 April), and various
other things. For example, you must tell Mr. Thoreau (is that
the exact name? for I have lent away the printed pages) that his
Philadelphia Magazine with the _Lecture_* in two pieces was
faithfully delivered here, about a fortnight ago; and carefully
read, as beseemed, with due entertainment and recognition.
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