They do good too; as all does, even carrion:
they send you _faster_ abroad, if the world have any use for
you;--oftenest it only thinks it has. Your _Essays,_ the Pirated
_Essays,_ make an ugly yellow tatter of a Pamphlet, price 1s.
6d.; but the edition is all sold, I understand: and even
Nickerson has not entirely ceased to sell. The same Pirate who
pounced upon you made an attempt the other day on my poor _Life
of Schiller,_ but I put the due spoke in his wheel. They have
sent me Lowell's _Poems;_ they are bringing out Jean Paul's
Life, &c., &c.; the hungry _Canaille._ It is strange that men
should feel themselves so entirely at liberty to steal, simply
because there is no gallows to hang them for doing it. Your new
Book will be eagerly waited for by that class of persons; and
also by another class which is daily increasing here.
The only other thing I am "not to forget" is that of the _Essay
on Consciousness_ in _Blackwood._ The writer of those Papers is
one Ferrier, a Nephew of the Edinburgh Miss Ferrier who wrote
_Marriage_ and some other Novels; Nephew also of Professor
Wilson (Christopher North), and married to one of his daughters.
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