ll 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
unknown) volume of Wordsworth, nothing nameworthy doing.--Did I
tell you that I _saw_ Wordsworth this winter? Twice, at
considerable length; with almost no disappointment. He is a
_natural_ man (which means whole immensities here and now);
flows like a natural well yielding mere wholesomeness,--though,
as it would not but seem to me, in _small_ quantity, and
astonishingly _diluted._ Franker utterance of mere garrulities
and even platitudes I never heard from any man; at least never,
whom I could _honor_ for uttering them. I am thankful for
Wordsworth; as in great darkness and perpetual _sky-rockets_ and
_coruscations,_ one were for the smallest clear-burning farthing
candle. Southey also I saw; a far _cleverer_ man in speech, yet
a considerably smaller man. Shovel-hatted; the shovel-hat is
_grown_ to him: one must take him as he is.

The second leaf is done; I must not venture on another. God
bless you, my worthy Friend; you and