Mr. Thackeray sails from Liverpool for America today, fortified by
a good dinner, prepared for him by sixty literary and artistic friends and a
sympathetic cook at the London Tavern, on Thursday. The proceedings are unreported, but it is hinted that they were well worth reading if only they had been reported. Unpublished works are always beautiful. Mr. Thaekeray's hosts came away without the power to report the pro- ceedings, and, as we can only "guess" at what happened, we have
very doubtful materials for judgment; but we know the speeches mutt have been good, when Literature was its own Memenas—Memenas there- fore his own accomplished courtier; and when the very bill of faro lent point in quaint names for dishes christened after Thaekeray's characters. So the genial satirist is sent back to his travels in high condition ; and he will return better than over prepared to give that truthful, sparkling, and instructive view of America, its institutions, men and women, head, heart, and habits, which both Americans and English expect from him. But perhaps the cunning genius thinks, that his account of America, ad- mired on anticipative presumption, will continue to be most admired and prized while undelivered ?
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