Chelsea, London, 15 June, 1838

My Dear Emerson,—­Our correspondence has fallen into a raveled state; which would doubtless clear itself could I afford to wait for your next Letter, probably tumbling over the Atlantic brine about this very moment:  but I cannot afford to wait; I must write straightway.  Your answer to this will bring matters round again.  I have had two irregular Notes of your writing, or perhaps three; two dated March, one by Mr. Bancroft’s Parcel,—­ bringing Twelve Orations withal; then some ten days later, just in this very time, another Note by Mr. Sumner, whom I have not yet succeeded in seeing, though I have attempted it, and hope soon to do it.  The Letter he forwarded me from Paris was acknowledged already, I think.  And now if the Atlantic will but float me in safe that other promised Letter!

I got your American French Revolution a good while ago.  It seems to me a very pretty Book indeed, wonderfully so for the money; neither does it seem what we can call incorrectly printed so far as I have seen; compared with the last Sartor it is correctness itself.  Many thanks to you, my Friend, and much good may it do us all!  Should there be any more reprinting, I will request you to rectify at least the three following errors, copied out of the English text indeed; nay, mark them in your own New-English copy, whether there be reprinting or not:  Vol.  I. p. 81, last paragraph, for September read August; Vol.  II. p. 344, first line, for book of prayer read look of prayer; p. 357, for blank read black (2d paragraph, “all black “).  And so basta. And let us be well content about this F.R. on both sides of the water, yours as well as mine.

“Too many cooks”! the Proverb says:  it is pity if this new apparition of a Mr. Loring should spoil the broth.  But I calculate you will adjust it well and smoothly between you, some way or other.  How you shall adjust it, or have adjusted it, is what I am practically anxious now to learn.  For you are to understand that our English Edition has come to depend partly on yours.  After long higgling with the foolish Fraser, I have quitted him, quite quietly, and given “Saunders and Ottley, Conduit Street,” the privilege of printing a small edition of Teufelsdrockh (Five Hundred copies), with a prospect of the “Miscellaneous Writings” soon following.  Saunders and Ottley are at least more reputable persons, they are useful to me also in the business of Lecturing. Teufelsdrockh is at Press, to be out very soon; I will send you a correct copy, the only one in America I fancy.  The enterprise here too is on the “half-profits” plan, which I compute generally to mean equal partition of the oyster-shells and a net result of zero.  But the thing will be economically useful to me otherwise; as a publication of the “Miscellaneous” also would be; which latter, however, I confess myself