and we feel some confidence that it could be made to secure him a support.  It is that project which I mentioned to you in a letter by Mr. Barnard,—­a book to be called The Transcendentalist, or The Spiritual Inquirer, or the like, and of which F.H.  Hedge* was to be editor.  Those who are most interested in it designed to make gratuitous contributions to its pages, until its success could be assured.  Hedge is just leaving our neighborhood to be settled as a minister two hundred and fifty miles off, in Maine, and entreats that you will edit the journal.  He will write, and I please myself with thinking I shall be able to write under such auspices.  Then you might (though I know not the laws respecting literary property) collect some of your own writings and reprint them here.  I think the Sartor would now be sure of a sale.  Your Life of Schiller, and Wilhelm Meister, have been long reprinted here.  At worst, if you wholly disliked us, and preferred Old England to New, you can judge of the suggestion of a knowing man, that you might see Niagara, get a new stock of health, and pay all your expenses by printing in England a book of travels in America.

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Now the Rev. Dr. Hedge, late Professor of German and of
Ecclesiastical History in Harvard College.
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I wish you to know that we do not depend for your _eclat_ on your being already known to rich men here.  You are not.  Nothing has ever been published here designating you by name.  But Dr. Channing reads and respects you.  That is a fact of importance to our project.  Several clergymen, Messrs. Frothingham, Ripley, Francis, all of them scholars and Spiritualists, (some of them, unluckily, called Unitarian,) love you dearly, and will work heartily in your behalf.  Mr. Frothing ham, a worthy and accomplished man, more like Erasmus than Luther, said to me on parting, the other day, “You cannot express in terms too extravagant my desire that he should come.”  George Ripley, having heard, through your letter to me, that nobody in England had responded to the _Sartor,_ had secretly written you a most reverential letter, which, by dint of coaxing, be read to me, though he said there was but one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.  I prayed him, though I thought the letter did him no justice, save to his heart, to send you it or another; and he says he will.  He is a very able young man, even if his letter should not show it. He said he could, and would, bring many persons to hear you, and you should be sure of his utmost aid.  Dr. Bradford, a medical man, is of good courage.  Mr. Loring,** a lawyer, said,”—­Invite Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle to spend a couple of months at my house,” (I assured him I was too selfish for that,) “and if our people,” he said, “cannot find out his worth, I will subscribe, with, others, to make him whole of any expense he shall incur in coming.”  Hedge promised more than he ought.