getting one, or at least he said what amounted to that -- and perhaps, eventually, enter the political line. I am undecided, except in my disapprobation and dislike of what and where I now am. I have half an inclination to study law with you. It is hard to do anything with Fortune's wheel when one is at the very bottom; and the jade seems to act as if you were a drag upon her. And it is hard that you and I should be at opposite sides of the world while we are both tugging at said wheel. I sometimes think we could work to more advantage nearer together; we could work with somewhat more comfort. I am in exile here. Write me as soon as you can. "My pleasantest thoughts are of you. Herder is as good as he can be, and you are his favourite; you will presently have the best literary society, through his means. You don't speak of Haye. Don't you go there? You had better, Winthrop; -- you may find a short cut to the top of Fortune's wheel through the front door of his house. At any rate, there are two very pretty girls there and a number of other pleasant things, with which you will do well to make yourself acquainted, come thereafter what may. I wrote to them at home a week or two ago. W. Landholm. "P. S. Isn't Inchbald a good fellow?" The next post went out with the answer. "To William Landholm, Esq., North Lyttleton, Sassafras Co. "My dear Rufus, "Stick to your choice. Go West, and do _not_ come here. Do not be discouraged by the fact of making money. And don't try to turn Fortune's wheel by force, for it will break your arms. "Yours ever, "Winthrop Landholm." Winthrop did not tell them at home that he was giving lessons in the classics several hours daily, in order to live while he was carrying on his own studies; nor that, to keep the burden of his kind hosts, as well as his own burden, from growing any heavier, he had refused to eat with them; and was keeping himself in the most frugal manner, partly by the help of a chop-house, and partly by the countenance and support of a very humble little tin coffee-pot and saucepan in his own attic at home. Mr. Haye's front door he had never entered, and was more than indifferent where or what it led to. "Why for do you not come to your friend, Mr. Haye, ever?" said Mr. Herder to him one day. "I am short of time, Mr. Herder." "Time! -- But you come to see me?" "I have time for that." "I am glad of it," said the naturalist, "for there is no person I like to see better come into my room; but ozer people would like to see you come in too." "I am not sure of that, Mr. Herder." "I am sure," said his friend looking kindly at him. "You are working too much." "I can't do that, sir." "Come wiz me to Mr. Haye to-night!" "No sir, thank you." "What for do you say that?" "Because it is kind in you to ask me," said Winthrop smiling. "You will not let nobody be of no use to you," said the naturalist.