It was very amiable indeed in you to have thought of sending me the two
new volumes of your brother’s works. I thank you not only for this gift,
in itself so very valuable, but also for your remembrance which is at
least equally dear to me. I hope that notwithstanding all our affairs,
for they are yours as well as mine, I shall manage to read something of
this great work. I should like to employ my time in so complete and
varied a manner as you occupy yours. Preserve a little of it for the
advancement of a good and a wise policy, which though it already owes
you much, still needs you.
I envy Baron von Bülow the pleasure of seeing you. I regret
extremely losing his society in London. Conversation—genuine
conversation—profound, pregnant, and free, is very scarce among us.
His I shall miss very much. I should like to go some day to see you
at your home, to visit your country, in which, beyond all others,
human intellect acts the greatest part, and to see your new King,
who is worthy, it is said, of such a country. In the meanwhile,
Monsieur le Baron, pray preserve for me your old kindness and
believe in the lasting sincerity of the sentiments which long ago I
conceived for you.