_ we will right
cheerfully go thither to hold such festival, and leave the Wen.--
Not many days ago I saw at breakfast the notabest of all your
Notabilities, Daniel Webster. He is a magnificent specimen; you
might say to all the world, This is your Yankee Englishman, such
Limbs _we_ make in Yankeeland! As a Logic-fencer, Advocate, or
Parliamentary Hercules, one would incline to back him at first
sight against all the extant world. The tanned complexion, that
amorphous crag-like face; the dull black eyes under their
precipice of brows, like dull anthracite furnaces, needing only
to be _blown;_ the mastiff-mouth, accurately closed:--I have not
traced as much of _silent Berserkir-rage,_ that I remember of, in
any other man. "I guess I should not like to be your nigger!"--
Webster is not loquacious, but he is pertinent, conclusive; a
dignified, perfectly bred man, though not English in breeding: a
man worthy of the best reception from us; and meeting such, I
understand. He did not speak much with me that morning, but
seemed not at all to dislike me: I meditate whether it is fit or
not fit that I should seek out his residence, and leave _my_ card
too, before I go? Probably not; for the man is political,
seemingly altogether; has been at the Queen's levee, &c., &c.:
it is simply as a mastiff-mouthed _man_ that he is interesting to
me, and not otherwise at all.

In about seven days hence we go to Scotland till the July heats
be over. That is our resolution after all. Our address there,
probably till the end of August, is "Templand, Thornhill,
Dumfries, N. B.,"--the residence of my Mother-in-law, within a
day's drive of my Mother's. Any Letter of yours sent by the old
constant address (Cheyne Row, Chelsea) will still find me there;
but the other, for that time, will be a day or two shorter. We
all go, servant and all. I am bent on writing _something;_ but
have no faith that I shall be able. I _must_ try. There is a
thing of mine in _Fraser_ for July, of no account, about the
"sinking of the _Vengeur_" as you will see. The _French
Revolution_ printing is not to stop; two thirds of it are done;
at this present rate, it ought to finish, and the whole be ready,
within three weeks hence. A Letter will be here from you about
that time, I think: I will print no title-page for the Five
Hundred till it do come. "Published by _Fraser and_ Little"
would, I suppose, be unobjectionable, though Fraser is the mo