Ever yours,
R.W.E.
CXXVI. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, 15 October, 1847
My Dear Emerson,--Your Letter from Concord, of the 31st of July,
had arrived duly in London; been duly forwarded to my transient
address at Buxton in Derbyshire,--and there, by the faithless
Postmaster, _retained_ among his lumber, instead of given to me
when I called on him! We staid in Buxton only one day and night;
two Newspapers, as I recollect, the Postmaster did deliver to me
on my demand; but your Letter he, with scandalous carelessness,
kept back, and left me to travel forwards without: there
accordingly it lay, week after week, for a month or more; and
only by half-accident and the extraordinary diligence and
accuracy of our Chelsea Postman, was it recovered at all, not
many days ago, after my Wife's return hither. Consider what kind
of fact this was and has been for us! For now, if all have gone
right, you are approaching the coast of England; Chelsea and
your fraternal House _hidden_ under a disastrous cloud to you;
and I know not so much as whitherward to write, and send you a
word of solution.
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