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

Perhaps you already knew of me, what the _Cromwell_ and
_Friedrich_ collection might itself intimate, that much _buying_
of Books was never a habit of mine,--far the reverse, even to
this day!
Well, my Friend, you will have a meeting with Norton so soon as
handy; and let me know what is next to be done. And that, in
your official capacity, is all I have to say to you at present.
Unofficially there were much,--much that is mournful, but perhaps
also something that is good and blessed, and though the saddest,
also the highest, the lovingest and best; as beseems Time's
sunset, now coming nigh. At present I will say only that, in
bodily health, I am not to be called Ill, for a man who will be
seventy-four next month; nor, on the spiritual side, has
anything been laid upon me that is quite beyond my strength.
More miserable I have often been; though as solitary, soft of
heart, and sad, of course never.
Publisher Chapman, when I question him whether you for certain
_get_ your Monthly Volume of what they call "The Library
Edition," assures me that "it is beyond doubt":--I confess I
should still like to be _better_ assured.


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