Nay,
gradually, as indeed I anticipated, the black vortexes and
deluges have subsided; and now that it is past, I begin to feel
myself better for my travels after all. For one thing,
articulate speech having returned to me,--you see what use I make
of it.
On the table of the London Library, voted in by some unknown
benefactor whom I found afterwards to be Richard Milnes, there
lay one thing highly gratifying to me: the last two Numbers of
the _Dial._ It is to be one of our Periodicals henceforth; the
current Number lies on the Table till the next arrive; then the
former goes to the Binder; we have already, in a bound volume,
all of it that Emerson has had the editing of. This is right.
Nay, in Edinburgh, and indeed wherever ingenuous inquisitive
minds were met with, I have to report that the said Emerson could
number a select and most loving public; select, and I should say
fast growing: for good and indifferent reasons it may behove the
man to assure himself of this. Farther, to the horror of poor
Nickerson (Bookseller Fraser's Successor), a certain scoundrel
interloper here has reprinted _Emerson's Essays_ on grayish
paper, to be sold at two shillings,--distracting Nickerson with
the fear of change! I was glad at this, if also angry: it
indicates several things.
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