Carlyle
CLXXX. Carlyle to Emerson
Chelsea, 24 February, 1870
Dear Emerson,--At length I have got home from those sumptuous
tumults ("Melchet Court" is the Dowager Lady Ashburton's House,
whose late Husband, an estimable friend of mine, and _half
American,_ you may remember here); and I devote to ending of our
small Harvard Business, small enough, but true and kindly,--the
first quiet hour I have.
Your Copy of the Catalogue, which accompanies by Book-Post of
today, is the correctest I could manage to get done; all the
Books mentioned in it I believe to be now here (and indeed,
except five or six _tiny_ articles, have _seen_ them all, in one
or other of the three rooms where my Books now stand, and where I
believe the insignificant trifle of "tinies" to be): all these I
can expect will be punctually attended to when the time comes,
and proceeded with according to Norton's scheme and yours;--and
if any more "tinies," which I could not even remember, should
turn up (which I hardly think there will), these also will
_class_ themselves (as _Cromwelliana_ or _Fredericana_), and be
faith fully sent on with the others.
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