“I hope that your literary men will like some of my little prose matters.  I know that they will try to like them; but the papers have been written so long, and all, or almost all, written so hastily, that I have my misgivings.  However, they must take their chance.

“Had I leisure to complete something that I began two or three years ago, and in which I have written a chapter or two, I should reckon more surely on success; but I shall probably never finish the thing, although I contemplated only one volume.

    “(If you cannot read this letter apply to the printer’s
    devil.—­Hibernicus.)

    “Farewell.  All good be with you.  My wife desires to be kindly
    remembered by you.

    “Always yours, very sincerely,

    “B.W.  PROCTER.”

    “P.S.—­Can you contrive to send Mr. Willis a copy of the prose book? 
    If so, pray do.”

In February, 1853, he writes:—­

“Those famous volumes, the advent of which was some time since announced by the great transatlantic trumpet, have duly arrived.  My wife is properly grateful for her copy, which, indeed, impresses both of us with respect for the American skill in binding.  Neither too gay to be gaudy, nor too grave, so as to affect the theological, it hits that happy medium which agrees with the tastes of most people and disgusts none.  We should flatter ourselves that it is intended to represent the matter within, but that we are afraid of incurring the sin of vanity, and the indiscretion of taking appearances too much upon trust.  We suspend our conjectures on this very interesting subject.  The whole getting up of the book is excellent.

    “For the little scraps of (critical) sugar enclosed in your letter,
    due thanks.  These will sweeten our imagination for some time to
    come.

“I have been obliged to give all the copies you sent me away.  I dare say you will not grudge me four or five copies more, to be sent at your convenience, of course.  Let me hear from you at the same time.  You can give me one of those frequent quarters of an hour which I know you now devote to a meditation on ‘things in general.’

“I am glad that you like Thackeray.  He is well worth your liking.  I trust to his making both friends and money in America, and to his keeping both.  I am not so sure of the money, however, for he has a liberal hand.  I should have liked to have been at one of the dinners you speak of.  When shall you begin that bridge?  You seem to be a long time about it.  It will, I dare say, be a bridge of boats, after all....

“I was reading (rather re-reading) the other evening the introductory chapter to the ‘Scarlet Letter.’  It is admirably written.  Not having any great sympathy with