ter; but by dint of
looking steadily for so long a time towards you, I perceive a
reflection of light and warmth coming back upon me and
beginning to take effect upon my own tinder, whereby I gather
that it is capable of being ignited again. Seriously,
Winthrop, I am sick of this. _This_ was not what we left home
for. I suppose in time, and with business enough, one might
make money in this way, but money is not our object in life.
It cannot satisfy me, and I trust not you. What shall I do? I
must finish this piece of work -- that will keep me in the
wilds and fastnesses of this beautiful region (for it is a
superb country, Winthrop; nature goes far here to make up for
the want of all other discoursers whatever. I have sometimes
felt as if she would make a poet of me, would I, nold I,) the
finishing of my work here will detain me in the North at least
till June or July of the coming summer; perhaps August. And
then it is intimated to me my services would be acceptable out
West -- somewhere near Sawcusto. I have a great mind to come to
Mannahatta -- perhaps take a tutorship till something better
offers -- Herder said I would have no sort of difficulty in
getting one, or at least he said what amounted to that -- and
perhaps, eventually, enter the political line. I am undecided,
except in my disapprobation and dislike of what and where I
now am. I have half an inclination to study law with you. It
is hard to do anything with Fortune's wheel when one is at the
very bottom; and the jade seems to act as if you were a drag
upon her. And it is hard that you and I should be at opposite
sides of the world while we are both tugging at said wheel. I
sometimes think we could work to more advantage nearer
together; we could work with somewhat more comfort. I am in
exile here. Write me as soon as you can.

"My pleasantest thoughts are of you. Herder is as good as he
can be, and you are his favourite; you will presently have the
best literary society, through his means. You don't speak of
Haye. Don't you go there? You had better, Winthrop; -- you may
find a short cut to the top of Fortune's wheel through the
front door of his house. At any rate, there are two very
pretty girls there and a number of other pleasant things, with
which you will do well to make yourself acquainted, come
thereafter what may. I wrote to them at home a week or two
ago.

W. Landholm.

"P. S. Isn't Inchbald a good fellow?"

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