I have told you what _I_ expect to do. You must tell me in return what _you_ expect me to do. I agree with you entirely in your notions as to the imprint and the initials.[58] The paper must seem to be unanimous. Garrison is point blank the other way. But his vocation has not been so much to feel the pulse of the public as to startle it into a quicker heat, and if we who make the paper can’t settle it, who shall? I have one or two suggestions to make, but shall only hint at them, hoping to see you at Dedham on the 14th prox^o. It seems to me eminently necessary that there should be an entire concert among us, and that, to this end, we should meet to exchange thoughts (those of us who are hereabout) and to wind each other up. We ought to know what each one’s “beat” is, and what each is going to write. Then, too, would it not be well to have a _Weekly Pasquil_ (I do not call it _Punch_ to avoid confusion), in which squibs and facetiæ of one kind or other may be garnered up? I am sure I come across enough comical thoughts in a week to make up a good share of any such corner, and Briggs and yourself and Quincy could help. You will find a squib of mine in this week’s _Courier_. I wish it to continue anonymous, for I wish Slavery to think it has as many enemies as possible. If I may judge from the number of persons who have asked me if I wrote it, I have struck the old hulk of the Public between wind and water. I suppose you will copy it, and if so I wish you would correct a misprint or two.... Give our best regards to your wife, and believe me, very truly your friend, J. R. LOWELL. I shall send you a poem next week.[59] The “squib” to which Lowell refers in this letter was the first of the afterward famous “Biglow Papers,” introduced by the rustic letter of Ezekiel Biglow to Mister Eddyter. The poem was the one beginning “Thrash away, you’ll _hev_ to rattle On them kettle-drums o’ yourn,”