Holding steadily in view my ultimate purpose—to fou[n]d a Magazine of my own, or in which at least I might have a proprietary right,—it has been my constant endeavour in the meantime not so much to establish a reputation great in itself as one of that particular character which should best further my special object[s], and draw attention to my exertions as Editor of a Magazine Thus I have written no books and [at this point, running upsile lown anl between anl among the worls, occur two sums:20,000I2
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The one great di~culty resulting from this course, is that unless the journalist collects his various articles he is liable to be grossly misconceived & misjudged by men of whose good opinion he would be proud—< and > but who tosupply a particular demand. He loses, too, whatever merit may be his due on the score of versatility—a point which can only be estimated by collection of his various articles in volume form and altogether. This is indeed a serious didiculty—to seek a remedy for which is my object in my own case in writi[n]g you this letter. [Here follow some scribblings:]wh whic extinctioD b bySetting aside, for the present, my criticisms poems & miscellanies (sudiciently numerous) my tales a great number of which might be termed Phantasy Pieces, are in number sixty-six. They would make, perhaps, s of the ordinary novel volumes. I have them prepared in every respect for the press; but, alas, I have no money, nor that influence which would enable me to get a publisher—although I seek nopecuniary remuneration. My sole im[m]ediate object is the furtherance of my ultimate one. I believe