extremely unwilling to undertake the trouble of for nothing. To me they are grown or fast growing obsolete, these Miscellanies, for most part; if money lie not in them, what does lie for me?  Now it strikes me you will infallibly edit these things, at least as well as I, and are doing it at any rate; your printing too would seem to be cheaper than ours:  I said to Saunders and Ottley, Why not have two hundred or three hundred of this American Edition struck off with “London:  Saunders and Ottley, Conduit Street,” on the title-page, and sent over hither in sheets at what price they have cost my friends yonder?  Saunders of course threw cold water on this project, but was obliged to admit that there would be some profit in it, and that for me it would be far easier.  The grand profit for me is that people would understand better what I mean, and come better about me if I lectured again, which seems the only way of getting any wages at all for me here at present.  Pray meditate my project, if it be not already too late, hear what your Booksellers say about it, and understand that I will not in any case set to printing till I hear from you in answer to this.

How my sheet is filling with dull talk about mere economics!  I must still add that the Lecturing I talked of, last time, is verily over now; and well over.  The superfine people listened to the rough utterance with patience, with favor, increasing to the last.  I sent you a Newspaper once, to indicate that it was in progress.  I know not yet what the money result is; but I suppose it will enable us to exist here thriftily another year; not without hope of at worst doing the like again when the time comes.  It is a great novelty in my lot; felt as a very considerable blessing; and really it has arrived, if it have arrived, in due time, for I had begun to get quite impatient of the other method.  Poverty and Youth may do; Poverty and Age go badly together.—­For the rest, I feel fretted to fiddle-strings; my head and heart all heated, sick,—­ah me!  The question as ever is:  Rest.  But then where?  My Brother invites us to come to Rome for the winter; my poor sick Wife might perhaps profit by it; as for me, Natty Leatherstocking’s lodge in the Western Wood, I think, were welcomer still.  I have a great mind, too, to run off and see my Mother, by the new railways.  What we shall do, whether not stay quietly here, must remain uncertain for a week or two.  Write you always hither, till you hear otherwise.

The Orations were right welcome; my Madeira one, returned thence with Sterling, was circulating over the West of England.  Sterling and Harriet stretched out the right hand with wreathed smiles.  I have read, a second or third time.  Robert Southey has got a copy, for his own behoof and that of Lakeland:  if he keep his word as to me, he may do as much for you, or more.  Copies are at Cambridge; among the Oxonians too;