Moreover, had he not written a great book which only the Germans could appreciate, _Twelve Essays on the Phenomena of Nature_?
Here, he thought, was the very man to produce this book in a German dress.

Taylor was a thorough German scholar, and he had vouched for the excellent German of his pupil and friend.

Hence a certain cordiality which did not win Borrow's regard, but was probably greater than many a young man would receive to-day from a publisher-prince upon whom he might call laden only with a bundle of translations from the Danish and the Welsh.

Here--in _Lavengro_--is the interview between publisher and poet, with the editor's factotum Bartlett, whom Borrow calls Taggart, as witness: 'Well, sir, what is your pleasure ?' said the big man, in a rough tone, as I stood there, looking at him wistfully--as well I might--for upon that man, at the time of which I am speaking, my principal, I may say my only hopes, rested.
'Sir,' said I, 'my name is So-and-so, and I am the bearer of a letter to you from Mr.So-and-so, an old friend and correspondent of yours.' The countenance of the big man instantly lost the suspicious and lowering expression which it had hitherto exhibited; he strode forward and, seizing me by the hand, gave me a violent squeeze.
'My dear sir,' said he, 'I am rejoiced to see you in London.

I have been long anxious for the pleasure--we are old friends, though we have never before met.