economy is not studied. I think the Liverpool and New York
packets demand $150 of the passenger, and their accommodations
are perfect. (N.B.--I set down all sums in dollars. You may
commonly reckon a pound sterling worth $4.80.) "The man is
certain of success," say those I talk with, "for one winter, but
not afterwards." That supposes no extraordinary merit in the
lectures, and only regards you in your leonine aspect. However,
it was suggested that, if Mr. C. would undertake a Journal of
which we have talked much, but which we have never yet produced,
he would do us great service, and we feel some confidence that it
could be made to secure him a support. It is that project which
I mentioned to you in a letter by Mr. Barnard,--a book to be
called _The Transcendentalist,_ or _The Spiritual Inquirer,_ or
the like, and of which F.H. Hedge* was to be editor. Those
who are most interested in it designed to make gratuitous
contributions to its pages, until its success could be assured.
Hedge is just leaving our neighborhood to be settled as a
minister two hundred and fifty miles off, in Maine, and entreats
that you will edit the journal. He will write, and I please
myself with thinking I shall be able to write under such
auspices. Then you might (though I know not the laws respecting
literary property) collect some of your own writings and reprint
them here. I think the _Sartor_ would now be sure of a sale.
Your _Life of Schiller,_ and _Wilhelm Meister,_ have been long
reprinted here. At worst, if you wholly disliked us, and
preferred Old England to New, you can judge of the suggestion of
a knowing man, that you might see Niagara, get a new stock of
health, and pay all your expenses by printing in England a book
of travels in America.