“This American edition of 1836 was the first appearance of the ‘Sartor’ in either country, as a distinct edition.  Some copies of the sheets from ‘Fraser,’ it appears, were stitched together and sent to a few persons, but Carlyle could find no English publisher willing to take the responsibility of printing the book.  This shows, I think, how much more interest was taken in Carlyle’s writings in this country than in England.”

On the 14th of May, 1834, Emerson wrote to Carlyle the first letter of that correspondence which has since been given to the world under the careful editorship of Mr. Charles Norton.  This correspondence lasted from the date mentioned to the 2d of April, 1872, when Carlyle wrote his last letter to Emerson.  The two writers reveal themselves as being in strong sympathy with each other, in spite of a radical difference of temperament and entirely opposite views of life.  The hatred of unreality was uppermost with Carlyle; the love of what is real and genuine with Emerson.  Those old moralists, the weeping and the laughing philosophers, find their counterparts in every thinking community.  Carlyle did not weep, but he scolded; Emerson did not laugh, but in his gravest moments there was a smile waiting for the cloud to pass from his forehead.  The Duet they chanted was a Miserere with a Te Deum for its Antiphon; a De Profundis answered by a Sursum Corda.  “The ground of my existence is black as death,” says Carlyle.  “Come and live with me a year,” says Emerson, “and if you do not like New England well enough to stay, one of these years; (when the ‘History’ has passed its ten editions, and been translated into as many languages) I will come and dwell with you.”

Section 2.  In September, 1835, Emerson was married to Miss Lydia Jackson, of Plymouth, Massachusetts.  The wedding took place in the fine old mansion known as the Winslow House, Dr. Le Baron Russell and his sister standing up with the bridegroom and his bride.  After their marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Emerson went to reside in the house in which he passed the rest of his life, and in which Mrs. Emerson and their daughter still reside.  This is the “plain, square, wooden house,” with horse-chestnut trees in the front yard, and evergreens around it, which has been so often described and figured.  It is without pretensions, but not without an air of quiet dignity.  A full and well-illustrated account of it and its arrangements and surroundings is given in “Poets’ Homes,” by Arthur Gilman and others, published by D. Lothrop & Company in 1879.

On the 12th of September, 1835, Emerson delivered an “Historical Discourse, at Concord, on the Second Centennial Anniversary of the Incorporation of the Town.”  There is no “mysticism,” no “transcendentalism” in this plain, straightforward Address.  The facts are collected and related with the patience and sobriety which became the writer as one of the Dryasdusts of our very diligent,