You have made the best of Bargains for me; once again, with the
freest contempt of trouble on my behalf; which I cannot
sufficiently wonder at! Apparently it is a fixed-idea of yours
that the Bibliopolic Genus shall not cheat me; and you are
decided to make it good. Very well: let it be so, in as far as
the Fates will.

Certainly I will conform in all points to this Wiley-and-Putnam
Treaty, and faithfully observe the same. The London Wileys have
not yet sent me any tidings; but when they do, I will say Your
terms on the other side of the sea are the Law to us, and it is a
finished thing.--No sheets, I think, will go by this mid-month
Packet, the Printer and Bookseller were bidden not mind that:
but by the Packet of May 3d, I hope the Second Volume will go
complete; and, if the Printers make speed, almost the whole
remainder may go by the June one. There is to be a "Supplement
to the First Edition," containing all the new matter that is
_separable:_ of this too the Wileys shall have their due Copy to
reprint: it is what I could do to keep my faith with purchasers
of the First Edition here; but, on the whole, there will be no
emulating of the Second Edition except by a reprint of the whole
of it; changes great and small have had to introduce themselves
everywhere, as these new Letters were woven in.--I hope before
May 3d I shall have ascertained whether it will not be the
simplest way (as with my present light it clearly appears) to
give the sheets direct to the Wiley and Putnam here, and let
_them_ send them? In any case, the cargo shall come one way
or other.

Furthermore,--Yes, you shall have that sun-shadow, a
Daguerreotype likeness, as the sun shall please to paint it:
there has often been talk of getting me to that establishment,
but I never yet could go. If it be possible, we will have this
also ready for the 3d of May. _Provided_ you, as you promise, go
and do likewise! A strange moment that, when I look upon your
dead shadow again; instead of the living face, which remains
unchanged within me, enveloped in beautiful clouds, and emerging
now and then into strange clearness! Has your head grown
grayish? On me are "gray hairs here and there,"--and I do "know
it." I have lived half a century in this world, fifty years
complete on the 4th of December last: that is a solemn fact
for me! Few and evil have been the days of the years of
thy servant,--few for any good that was ever done in them