"I should consider it a greater success to interest one wise and earnest soul than a million unwise and frivolous!" No wonder that James Munroe had not cellar-room for the books of such a "stuttering, blundering clod-hopper."—Ed.]
After reading the Week the Michigan man wished to share the good tidings of great joy with others. There was a distant relation, an upright member of an orthodox sect; he must have a copy of the Week: it may show him how fast asleep he is! The book was mailed to the somnolent saint from Thoreau direct; but it had been as well to have sent a copy of Eliot's Indian Bible.
My aged friend chuckles when he tells you that this very copy of the Week was subsequently borrowed by
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