The early thalictrum has been in bloom some time. Perceive the rank smell of brakes. Observe the yellow bark of the barberry . . .

  The air is full of the odor of apple blossoms, yet the air is fresh as from the salt water. The meadow smells sweet as you go along low places in the road at sundown. To-night I hear many crickets. They have commenced their song. They bring in the summer . . .

I duly received your package and letter, and immediately   handed over the former to C. Bissell Editor of the Whig Review, asking him to examine it fully and tell me what he could give for it, which he promised to do. Two or three days afterward, I left for the West without having heard from him. This morning, without having seen your letter, having reached home at 1 o’clock, I went to Bissell at 9, and asked him about the matter. He said he had not read all the MSS, but had part of it, and inquired if I would be willing to have him print part and pay for it. I told him I could not consent without consulting you, but would thank him to make me a proposition in writing, which I would send you. He said he would do so very soon, whereupon I left him.

  I hope you will acquit me of negligence in the matter, though I ought to have acknowledged the receipt of your package. 1 did not, simply because I was greatly hurried, trying to get away, and because I momently expected some word from Bissell.

Yours,
Horace Greeley