Ever affectionately yours,
R.W. Emerson
I do not know Mr. Wight, but he sends his open letter, which I
fear is already old, for me to write in: and I will not keep it,
lest it lose another steamer.
CLXVI. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, London, 30 April, 1860
Dear Emerson,--It is a special favor of Heaven to me that I hear
of you again by this accident; and am made to answer a word _de
Profundis._ It is constantly among the fairest of the few hopes
that remain for me on the other side of this Stygian Abyss of a
_Friedrich_ (should I ever get through it alive) that I _shall
then_ begin writing to you again, who knows if not see you in the
body before quite taking wing! For I feel always, what I have
some times written, that there is (in a sense) but one completely
human voice to me in the world; and that you are it, and have
been,--thanks to you, whether you speak or not! Let me say also,
while I am at it, that the few words you sent me about those
first Two volumes are present with me in the far more frightful
darknesses of these last Two; and indeed are often almost my one
encouragement.
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