Dear Emerson, Some ten days ago came your Letter with a new Draft
of L32 and odd money in it: all safe; the Draft now gone into
the City to ripen into gold and silver, the Letter to be
acknowledged by some hasty response now and here. America, I say
to myself looking at these money drafts, is a strange place; the
highest comes out of it and the lowest! Sydney Smith is singing
dolefully about doleful American repudiation, "_dis_owning of the
soft impeachment"; and here on the other hand is an American
man, in virtue of whom America has become definable withal as a
place from which fall heavenly manna-showers upon certain men, at
certain seasons of history, when perhaps manna-showers were not
the unneedfulest things!--We will take the good and the evil,
here as elsewhere, and heartily bless Heaven.

But now for the Draft at the top of this leaf. One Colman,* a
kind of Agricultural Missionary, much in vogue here at present,
has given it me; it is Emerson's, the net produce hitherto (all
but two cents) of _Emerson's Essays._ I enclose farther the
Bookseller's hieroglyph papers; unintelligible as all such are;
but sent over to you for scrutiny by the expert. I gather only
that there are some Five Hundred and odd of the dear-priced
edition sold, some Two Hundred and odd still to sell, which the
Bookseller says are (in spite of pirates) slowly selling; and
that the half profit upon the whole adventure up to this date has
been L24 15s. 11d. sterling,--equal, as I am taught, at $4.88 per
pound sterling, to $121.02, for which, all but the cents, here is
a draft on Boston, payable at sight. Pray have yourself
straightway _paid;_ that if there be any mistake or delay I may
rectify it while time yet is.--I add, for the intelligence of the
Bookseller-Papers, that Fraser, with whom the bargain originally