Italy (a brave fellow, who is a great comfort to me); we are
then for Scotland to gather a little health, to consider
ourselves a little. I must have this Book done before anything
else will prosper with me.

Your American Pamphlets got to hand only a few days ago; worthy
old Rich had them not originally; seemed since to have been
oblivious, out of Town, perhaps unwell. I called one day, and
unearthed them. Those papers you marked I have read. Genuine
endeavor; which may the Heavens forward!--In this poor Country
all is swallowed up in the barren Chaos of Politics: Ministries
tumbled out, Ministries tumbled in; all things (a fearful
substratum of "Ignorance and Hunger" weltering and heaving under
them) apparently in rapid progress towards--the melting-pot.
There will be news from England by and by: many things have
reached their term; Destiny "with lame foot" has overtaken them,
and there will be a reckoning. O blessed are you where,
what jargoning soever there be at Washington, the poor man
(_un_governed can govern himself) shoulders his age, and walks
into the Western Woods, sure of a nourishing Earth and an
overarching Sky! It is verily the Door of Hope to distracted
Europe; which otherwise I should see crumbling down into
blackness of darkness.--That too shall be for good.

I wish I had anything to send you besides these four poor
Pamphlets; but I fear there is nothing going. Our Ex-Chancellor
has been promulgating triticalities (significant as novelties,
when _he_ with his wig and lordhood utters them) against the
Aristocracy; whereat the upper circles are terribly scandalized.
In Literature, except a promised or obtained (but to me still