By the politeness of Mr. _Emerson_ I received the very valuable contents
of your package. A new edition of that unprecedented performance, entitled
"A Pickle for the Knowing Ones," &c. is very urgently called for by the
friends of literature in this country and in England--and I presume with
the additions and improvements intended to accompany the second edition,
provided it should be well printed, would entitle the author to a seat
with the Disciples of Sir Joseph Banks, if not to a place in Bonaparte's
Legion of Honor--for my Lord DEXTER is an honorable man. But, sir, the
work cannot be executed for the sum named--nor in the time specified.--I
will print an edition of 500 copies with the additions, for fifty dollars,
and cannot possibly do them for less.
Wishing your Lordship health in perpetuity--a continuance of your
admirable reasoning faculties--good _spirits_, and an abundance of
wealth--and finally a safe passage over any river not with _Sticks_,
but a pleasure boat, I remain yours with the utmost profundity.