it has something of good, but also much of bad and even worst.  We shall see.  If I print the thing, we shall surely take in America again; either by stereotype or in some other way.  Fear not that!—­Do you attend at all to this new Laudism of ours?  It spreads far and wide among our Clergy in these days; a most notable symptom, very cheering to me many ways; whether or not one of the fatalest our poor Church of England has ever exhibited, and betokening swifter ruin to it than any other, I do not inquire.  Thank God, men do discover at last that there is still a God present in their affairs, and must be, or their affairs are of the Devil, naught, and worthy of being sent to the Devil!  This once given, I find that all is given; daily History, in Kingdom and in Parish, is an experimentum crucis to show what is the Devil’s and what not.  But on the whole are we not the formalest people ever created under this Sun?  Cased and overgrown with Formulas, like very lobsters with their shells, from birth upwards; so that in the man we see only his breeches, and believe and swear that wherever a pair of old breeches are there is a man!  I declare I could both laugh and cry.  These poor good men, merciful, zealous, with many sympathies and thoughts, there do they vehemently appeal to me, Et tu, Brute? Brother, wilt thou too insist on the breeches being old,—­not ply a needle among us here?—­To the naked Caliban, gigantic, for whom such breeches would not be a glove, who is stalking and groping there in search of new breeches and accoutrements, sure to get them, and to tread into nonentity whoever hinders him in the search,—­they are blind as if they had no eyes.  Sartorial men; ninth-parts of a man:—­enough of them.

The second Number of the Dial has also arrived some days ago.  I like it decidedly better than the first; in fact, it is right well worth being put on paper, and sent circulating;—­I find only, as before that it is still too much of a soul for circulating as it should.  I wish you could in future contrive to mark at the end of each Article who writes it, or give me some general key for knowing.  I recognize Emerson readily; the rest are of [Greek] for most part.  But it is all good and very good as a soul; wants only a body, which want means a great deal!  Your Paper on Literature is incomparably the worthiest thing hitherto; a thing I read with delight.  Speak out, my brave Emerson; there are many good men that listen!  Even what you say of Goethe gratifies me; it is one of the few things yet spoken of him from personal insight, the sole kind of things that should be spoken!  You call him actual, not ideal; there is truth in that too; and yet at bottom is not the whole truth rather this:  The actual well-seen is the ideal?  The actual, what really is and exists:  the past, the present, the future no less, do all lie there!  Ah yes! one day you will