“Mrs. Kemble writes very good accounts from London of the reception my two romances have met with there.  She says they have made a greater sensation than any book since ‘Jane Eyre’; but probably she is a little or a good deal too emphatic in her representation of the matter.  At any rate, she advises that the sheets of any future book be sent to Moxon, and such an arrangement made that a copyright may be secured in England as well as here.  Could this be done with the Wonder-Book?  And do you think it would be worth while?  I must see the proof-sheets of this book.  It is a cursed bore; for I want to be done with it from this moment.  Can’t you arrange it so that two or three or more sheets may be sent at once, on stated days, and so my journeys to the village be fewer?

“That review which you sent me is a remarkable production.  There is praise enough to satisfy a greedier author than myself.  I set it aside, as not being able to estimate how far it is deserved.  I can better judge of the censure, much of which is undoubtedly just; and I shall profit by it if I can.  But, after all, there would be no great use in attempting it.  There are weeds enough in my mind, to be sure, and I might pluck them up by the handful; but in so doing I should root up the few flowers along with them.  It is also to be considered, that what one man calls weeds another classifies among the choicest flowers in the garden.  But this reviewer is certainly a man of sense, and sometimes tickles me under the fifth rib.  I beg you to observe, however, that I do not acknowledge his justice in cutting and slashing among the characters of the two books at the rate he does; sparing nobody, I think, except Pearl and Phoebe.  Yet I think he is right as to my tendency as respects individual character.

    “I am going to begin to enjoy the summer now, and to read foolish
    novels, if I can get any, and smoke cigars, and think of nothing at
    all; which is equivalent to thinking of all manner of things.”

The composition of the “Tanglewood Tales” gave him pleasant employment, and all his letters, during the period he was writing them, overflow with evidences of his felicitous mood.  He requests that Billings should pay especial attention to the drawings, and is anxious that the porch of Tanglewood should be “well supplied with shrubbery.”  He seemed greatly pleased that Mary Russell Mitford had fallen in with his books and had written to me about them.  “Her sketches,” he said, “long ago as I read them, are as sweet in my memory as the scent of new hay.”  On the 18th of August he writes:—­

    “You are going to publish another thousand of the Seven Gables.  I
    promised those Pyncheons a preface.  What if you insert the
    following?