To J. C. Perkins he wrote, April 9, 1844:—
I hope to commence my labors1 to-morrow, and already begin to tremble. There are fifty-seven printers whose “devilish” maws are to be kept filled. If you come to Boston soon, I trust you will let me see you, as I shall desire to confer with you. Your notes are so thorough and full as to raise the standard of my labors and make me despair.