I have now received the Port-Folio, to number 48 inclusive; excepting N: 47 which yet remains in arrear— They have come to me lately, two and three at a time; but other subscribers have not been so well served— At Quincy N: 48 has been received but six or seven numbers immediately preceding it are missing— This procedure must be corrected

The ode to Xanthias Phoceus, has produced some sensation in this quarter— It has already been echoed in more than one Gazette, and I think will not pass unobserved in other parts of the Union—1 Hegio’s imitation has merit; Cadwallo’s tongue is not cold; and we have no reason to fear a massacre of the bards yet—

Since you persist in what I cannot but consider as a very doubtful speculation, I have been seriously meditating upon the means in which it may be in my power to serve you— Three objects of primary magnitude concur in swallowing up so much of my time, that the remnant of leisure which I can devote to you is very small indeed— These objects are first my trade—secondly the public, as one of its servants; and the third, study; as a member of that Society which Oliver once so ingeniously conjectured to be a drinking club;2 Neither of these can I possibly neglect— Then there is the occasional call for Orations, which I hope however to be relieved from at least for some years to come— There is the unavoidable encroachment of dissipation, more or less upon the stubbornest resolves, and there is the summons of duty and pleasure once a week to the paternal mansion— Now cast up all these, and let them serve to apologize, for the smallness of that mite which is all I can promise you of assistance— Yet shall you never be out of my mind; and mere good-will shall not absolutely the whole of my contribution to your undertaking.

The editor of the portable-foolery has already had so much of my advice, that he will not thank me for any more of it— But I am rejoyced to hear, that the public will be treated in future, with more respect and more Justice— It is not true that this Country is 248 insensible or ungrateful to literary merit— But there is no Country in the world where mere literary merit, is a Fortunatus’s purse, filling spontaneously the faster it is drain’d— In all Countries, if a poet will lead the life of Savage, he must expect his end—3 Genius never will succeed any where without descending to an alliance with Industry— This I write as a Memento for you, and wish you not to let him see it, unless he can bear to be told harsh truths— For where we cannot mend, and where we cordially wish well, it is worse than useless to offend

I trust there will be no future failures of punctuality. The next care is, not to let the press get into Jacobin hands— I confess it was with astonishment that I heard such a being had got hold of it as the temporary manager in the Summer— Why what would be thought of a shepherd who should hunt up a wolf, for the sake of turning him in among his fold at Night— And if a man thus profoundly provident could be found, what would you think of him if the next day you should hear him lamenting his misfortunes, and telling you how many lambs he had lost—4 Old Frederic of Prussia once entrusted a fortress to a coward or a traitor who of course surrendered it, though in such a manner that his treachery could not be proved— After the Peace, he had the face to present himself before the old king, and was entering upon a laboured vindication of himself—“Make no Apologies said the king— You owe me none— The fault was mine, for confiding such a place to such a man.”5

I now enclose to you an essay—on reading—which I have long had in my Port-Folio, and of which you shall make what use you please—6 It is dry, and perhaps will not suit the palate of many readers— But it will do to fill a ditch— Indeed I think you yourself will derive as much benefit from it as any body, because you will read it with more attention— It contains some observations, which perhaps never struck your mind before, and which if fully meditated you will find useful in their application.

On future Occasions I may perhaps sometimes send you an essay; a song, a fable, or some such miscellany, under a bare cover, and without writing you a letter to enclose it— You will understand my intention— And you know that whatever I send you is to be perfectly at your discretion; to use or not as you shall think advisable— I accept your carte-blanche only upon those terms— As your time will be so fully occupied (if you do your duty) I shall not require you in return to write me an acknowledgment of having received everything 249 I send— But whatever you conclude not to use, let me know you have received it; that I may be sure it has not miscarried on the way—

I received, yesterday, your favor of the 27th: ult. and thank you, for the wholesome admonitions, it contains.1 Your advice will always receive due attention, both from myself and our friend. When you shall have received and perused, the concluding numbers of the Port Folio, & taken with you the consideration of the extreme rapidity with which they were published, I think you will discover something like fresh industry added to the Capital of the establishment, if no other improvement. The Editor has laboured with unceasing industry and perseverance, and in the subordinate branches, a proportionate increase of vigor & enterprise, have, together, contributed to bring up lost time, and enabled us to anticipate public expectation. It may be useful to explain the reason of publishing the first number of the present, before the last number of the past year. The PF—of the last year did not commence till the 16th: of January, but as the present year came in on Saturday, and the No 52 of vol. 2d: could not be published before the year expired, it was thought best 250 to come out with No 1. of vol 3, on new-year’s day.2 In due time you will receive the concluding Number of vol. 2.

St Jean Crevecoeur, if you will send us the book, marked as you propose, shall be translated, by myself and proper use made of the extracts. I do not wish to trouble you with any drudgery, and if the volumes of letters are sent round by water, at the same time, selections shall be made, with care and judgment; a proper classification under distinct heads and an appropriate introduction, will make them interesting.3 Our friend Shaw, has, with the best intentions, the worst way of executing them, so far as fair copying goes, of any man I know. Thank him for his last copy, and let it be the last. 4 As the Rivers continue open, there would be little if any danger in sending these books by the earliest conveyance, addressed for me, to the care of Joseph Anthony & Co:—5 I shall send you the volume of Encycloa: when the Chemical Apparatus is ready.

The department of original matter, to which we solicit your attention, so far as your necessary avocations will permit, is the political. A kind of Summary of foreign politics, such as you once executed when abroad, exhibited in the same way, from time to time, would be a valuable acquisition. Occasional animadversions upon our domestic affairs will also be acceptable. The squibs & crackers, we can let off here, but the heavy artillery of politics, to carry on the siege against the administration, must come from afar. Our engineers are lazy, incapable or worse. If some well digested hints of a new & improved plan of attack could be brought out with éclat, some credit might be arrogated for the invention. But where is the rallying point? Are we not in danger of losing every thing, by a victory? Suppose we take the fortress of Government by storm, who is the leader to restrain all sorts of disorder and confusion, from the violence of reaction? In short cui bono, is all this ink-shed and this furious combat of feathered javelins. Is it not, that we newspaper-makers may live? Since the war must be carried on, whatever be its object, our duty is to annoy the enemy, as much as possible, and for this purpose we must enlist all the energy that can be recruited, throughout the Country. “Come over to Macedonia & help us.”6

Your note to the, pastorals was duly appreciated by us—7 Whatever you write, whether intended for the press or not, if it fall in Old-schools way—he will print. I thought the Editorial note, at the conclusion of your Ode, was not intended to be printed, but he would have it in.8 But, for your caution, he says, he should have printed this last.

“The feast of shells—” The Oration, in commemoration of primordia rerum Americanarum. Orator! All excellent topic’s! Please to send me two or more copies of your fire oration and as many of the water and land Oration, as you can spare.9 The elements are good and wholesome, but I hope you will never write upon air, lest your style should be inflated and bombastic. “Vir bonus est Quiz![”]10

With best love and seasonable compliments, I am, dear brother / Your’s