Your account of the French Revolution packages, and prognosis of what Little and Brown will do with them, is altogether as it should be.  I apprised Fraser instantly of his invoiceless Books, &c.; he answers, that order has been taken in that long since, “instructions” sent, and, I conclude, arrangements for bills least of all forgotten.  I mentioned what share of the duty was his; and that your men meant to draw on him for it.  That is all right.  As to the French Revolution, I agree with your Booksellers altogether about it; the American Edition actually pleases myself better for looking at; nor do I know that this new English one has much superiority for use:  it is despicably printed, I fear, so far as false spellings and other slovenlinesses can go.  Fraser “finds the people like it”; credat Judaeus;—­as for me, I have told him I will not print any more with that man, but with some other man.  Curious enough, the price Little and Brown have fixed upon was the price I remember guessing at beforehand, and the result they propose to realize for me corresponds closely with my prophecy too.  Thanks, a thousand thanks, for all the trouble you never grudge to take.  We shall get ourselves handsomely out of this export and import speculation; and know, taught at a rather cheap rate, not to embark in the like again.

There went off a Wilhelm Meister for you, and a letter to announce it, several weeks ago; that was message first.  Your traveling neighbor, Brown, took charge of a Pamphlet named Chartism, to be put into the “British Queen’s” Letter-bag (where I hope, and doubt not, he did put it, though I have seen nothing of him since); that and a letter in reference to it was message second.  Thirdly, I sent off a volume of Poems by Sterling, likewise announced in that letter.  And now this that I actually write is the fourth (it turns out to be) and last of all the messages.  Let us take Arithmetic along with us in all things.—­Of Chartism I have nothing farther to say, except that Fraser is striking off another One Thousand copies to be called Second Edition; and that the people accuse me, not of being an incendiary and speculative Sansculotte threatening to become practical, but of being a Tory,—­thank Heaven.  The Miscellanies are at press; at two presses; to be out, as Hope asseverates, in March:  five volumes, without Chartism; with Hoffmann and Tieck from German Romance, stuck in somewhere as Appendix; with some other trifles stuck in elsewhere, chiefly as Appendix; and no essential change from the Boston Edition.  Fraser, “overwhelmed with business,” does not yet send me his net result of those Two Hundred and Fifty Copies sold off some time ago; so soon as he does, you shall hear of it for your satisfaction.—­As to German Romance, tell my friends that it has been out of print these ten years; procurable, of late not without difficulty, only in the Old-Bookshops.  The comfort is that the best part of it stands in the new Wilhelm Meister: Fraser and I had some thought of adding Tieck’s and Richter’s parts, had they suited for a volume; the rest may without detriment to anybody perish.