I have had a reiteration of the promise, about the Custom-House appointment, from Rob Tyler. A friend of mine, Mr. Jas. A few days will end them. If I do not get the office, I am just where I started. Nothing more can be done to secure it than has been already done.
Literature is at a sad discount.
There is really nothing to be done in this way. Without an international copyright law, American authors may as well cut their throats. A good magazine, of the true stamp, would do wonders in the way of a general revivification of letters, or the law. My poor little wife still continues ill. I have scarcely a faint hope of her recovery.