already dimly the sentiment of all Englishmen, Cisoceanic and
Transoceanic, that we and you are not two countries, and cannot
for the life of us be; but only two _parishes_ of one country,
with such wholesome parish hospitalities, and dirty temporary
parish feuds, as we see; both of which brave parishes _Vivant!
vivant!_ And among the glories of _both_ be Yankee-doodle-doo,
and the Felling of the Western Forest, proudly remembered; and
for the rest, by way of parish constable, let each cheerfully
take such George Washington or George Guelph as it can get, and
bless Heaven! I am weary of hearing it said, "We love the
Americans," "We wish well," &c., &c. What in God's name should
we do else?

You thank me for _Teufelsdrockh;_ how much more ought I to thank
you for your hearty, genuine, though extravagant acknowledgment
of it! Blessed is the voice that amid dispiritment, stupidity,
and contradiction proclaims to us, _Euge!_ Nothing ever was more
ungenial than the soil this poor Teufelsdrockhish seed-corn has
been thrown on here; none cries, Good speed to it; the sorriest
nettle or hemlock seed, one would think, had been more welcome.
For indeed our British periodical critics, and especially
the public of _Fraser's_ Magazine (which I believe I have now
done with), exceed all speech; require not even contempt,
only oblivion. Poor Teufelsdrockh!--Creature of mischance,
miscalculation, and thousand-fold obstruction! Here nevertheless
he is, as you see; has struggled across the Stygian marshes, and
now, as a stitched pamphlet "for Friends," cannot be _burnt_ or
lost before his time. I send you one copy for your own behoof;
three others you yourself can perhaps find fit readers for: as
you spoke in the plural number, I thought there might be three;