Finally the thing came out, as an Essay on Chartism; was shown to Lockhart, according to agreement; was praised by him, but was also found unsuitable by him; suitable to explode a whole fleet of Quarterlies into sky-rockets in these times!  And now Fraser publishes it himself, with some additions, as a little Volume; and it will go forth in a week or two on its own footing; and England will see what she has to say to it, whether something or nothing; and one man, as usual, is right glad that he has nothing more to do with it.  This is the reason why I could not write.  I mean to send you the Proof-sheets of this thing, to do with as you see cause; there will be but some five or six, I think.  It is probable my New England brothers may approve some portions of it; may be curious to see it reprinted; you ought to say Yes or No in regard to that.  I think I will send all the sheets together; or at farthest, at two times.

Fraser, when we returned hither, had already received his Miscellanies; had about despatched his five hundred French Revolutions, insured and so, forth, consigned, I suppose, to your protection and the proper booksellers; probably they have got over from New York into your neighborhood before now.  Much good may they do you!  The Miscellanies, with their variegated binding, proved to be in perfect order; and are now all sold; with much regret from poor James that we had not a thousand more of them!  This thousand he now sets about providing by his own industry, poor man; I am revising the American copy in these days; the printer is to proceed forthwith.  I admire the good Stearns Wheeler as I proceed; I write to him my thanks by this post, and send him by Kennet a copy of Goethe’s Meister, for symbol of acknowledgment.  Another copy goes off for you, to the care of Little and Company.  Fraser has got it out two weeks ago; a respectable enough book, now that the version is corrected somewhat.  Tell me whether you dislike it less; what you do think of it?  By the by, have you not learned to read German now?  I rather think you have.  It is three months spent well, if ever months were, for a thinking Englishman of this age.—­I hope Kennet will use more despatch than he sometimes does.  Thank Heaven for these Boston Steamers they project!  May the Nereids and Poseidon favor them!  They will bring us a thousand miles nearer, at one step; by and by we shall be of one parish after all.

During Autumn I speculated often about a Hegira into New England this very year:  but alas! my horror of Lecturing continues great; and what else is there for me to do there?  These several years I have had no wish so pressing as to hold my peace.  I begin again to feel some use in articulate speech; perhaps I shall one day have something that I want to utter even in your side of the water.  We shall see.  Patience, and shuffle the cards.—­I saw no more of Webster; did not even learn well where