I have
tied up the whole Puritan Paper-Litter (considerable masses of it
still unburnt) with tight strings, and hidden it at the bottom of
my deepest repositories: there shall _it,_ if Heaven please, lie
dormant for a time and times. Such an element as I have been in,
no human tongue can give account of. The disgust of my Soul has
been great; a really _pious_ labor: worth very little when I
have done it; but the best I could do; and that is quite
enough. I feel the liveliest gratitude to the gods that I have
got out of it alive. The Book is very dull, but it is actually
legible: all the ingenious faculty I had, and ten times as much
would have been useful there, has been employed in elucidation;
in saying, and chiefly in forbearing to say,--in annihilating
continents of brutal wreck and dung: _Ach Gott!_--But in fact
you will see it by and by; and then form your own conclusions
about it. They are going to publish it in October, I find: I
tried hard to get you a complete copy of the sheets by this
Steamer; but it proves to be flatly impossible;--perhaps
luckily; for I think you would have been bothering yourself with
some new Bookseller negotiation about it; and that, as copyright
and other matters now stand, is a thing I cannot recommend.
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