
          My Dear Friend 


 I am waiting for your letter 
 from Princeton to come 
 along, but will now send 
 a brief line. 


 I am surprised at Pickering. 
 He is never hearty and frank, 
 but I understood him to wish 
 that the plants should fall 
 into your hands. 


 We may let them go on 
 their own way at Washington 
 till they bring up. When 
 Wilkes begins to print his 
 volume, he will find that he 
 has nothing to print but 
 Tuckerman's Lichenes. 


 I have no 
        