shes.

I am sure you will like our edition. It has been most carefully
corrected by two young gentlemen who successively volunteered
their services, (the second when the first was called away,) and
who, residing in Cambridge, where the book was printed, could
easilier oversee it. They are Henry S. McBean, an engineer, and
Charles Stearns Wheeler, a Divinity student,--working both for
love of you. To one other gentleman I have brought you in debt,
--Rev. Convers Francis* (brother of Mrs. Child), who supplied from
his library all the numbers of the _Foreign Review_ from which we
printed the work. We could not have done without his books, and
he is a noble-hearted man, who rejoices in you. I have sent to
all three copies of the work as from you, and I shall be glad if
you will remember to sanction this expressly in your next letter.

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* This worthy man and lover of good books was, from 1842 till his
death in 1863, Professor in the Divinity School of Harvard
University.
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Thanks for the letter: thanks for your friendliest seeking of
friends for the poor _Oration._ Poor little pamphlet, to have
gone so far and so high! I am ashamed. I shall however send you
a couple more of the thin gentry presently, maugre all your hopes
and cautions. I have written and read a kind of sermon to the
Senior Class of our Cambridge Theological School a fortnight ago;
and an address to the Literary Societies of Dartmouth College;*
for though I hate American pleniloquence, I cannot easily say No
to young men who bid me speak also. And both these are now in
press. The first I hear is very offensive. I will now try to
hold my tongue until next winter. But I am asked continually
when you will come to Boston. Your lectures are boldly and
joyfully expected by brave young men. So do not forget us: and
if ever the scale-beam trembles, I beseech you, let the love of
me decide for America. I will not dare to tease you on a matter
of so many relations, and so important, and especially as I have
written out, I believe, my requests in a letter sent two or three
months ago,--but I must see you somewhere, somehow, may it please
God! I grieve to hear no better news of your wife. I hoped she
was sound and strong ere this, and can only hope still. My wife
and I send her our hearty love.

Yours affectionately,
R.W. Emerson

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* The Address at the Cambridge Divinity School was delivere