and reprinting the concluding leaf or leaves) append the said Translated Tale, in a smaller type, to that volume.  It is 21 or 22 pages of Fraser, and will perhaps bring yours up to the mark.  Nay, indeed there are two other little Translations from Goethe which I reckon good, though of far less interest than the Mahrchen; I think they are in the Frasers almost immediately preceding; one of them is called Fragment from Goethe (if I remember); in his Works, it is Novelle; it treats of a visit by some princely household to a strange Mountain ruin or castle, and the catastrophe is the escape of a show-lion from its booth in the neighboring Market-Town.  I have not the thing here,—­alas, sinner that I am, it now strikes me that the “two other things” are this one thing, which my treacherous memory is making into two!  This however you will find in the Number immediately, or not far from immediately, preceding that of the Mahrchen; along with which, in the same type with which, it would give us letter-press enough.  It ought to stand before the Mahrchen: read it, and say whether it is worthy or not worthy.  Will this Appendix do, then?  I should really rather like the Mahrchen to be printed, and had thoughts of putting [it] at the end of the English Sartor. The other I care not for, intrinsically, but think it very beautiful in its kind.—­Some rubbish of my own, in small quantity, exists here and there in Fraser; one story, entitled Cruthers and Jonson,* was written sixteen years ago, and printed somewhere early (probably the second year) in that rubbish heap, with several gross errors of the press (mares for maces was one!):  it is the first thing I wrote, or among the very first;—­otherwise a thing to be kept rather secret, except from the like of you!  This or any other of the “original” immaturities I will not recommend as an Appendix; I hope the Mahrchen, or the Novelle and Mahrchen, will suffice.  But on the whole, to thee, O Friend, and thy judgment and decision, without appeal, I leave it altogether.  Say Yes, say No; do what seemeth good to thee.—­Nay now, writing with the speed of light, another consideration strikes me:  Why should Volume Third be interfered with if it is finished?  Why will not this Appendix do, these Appendixes, to hang to the skirts of Volume Four as well?  Perhaps better! the Mahrchen in any case closing the rear.  I leave it all to Emerson and Stearns Wheeler, my more than kind Editors:  E. knows it better than I; be his decision irrevocable.

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* “Cruthers and Jonson; or, The Outskirts of Life.   A True
Story.”  Fraser’s Magazine, January, 1831.
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This letter is far too long, but I had not time to make it shorter.—­I got your French Revolution, and have seen no other:  my name is on it in your hand.  I received Dwight’s Book, liked