Washington City, March, 22nd 1852.
My Dear Sir,
Your note of September 11th 1851, enclosing a poetic appeal from Liberia to the United States, came duly to hand, and I owe you a thousand apologies, for having delayed so long acknowledging its receipt. But the truth is, you have suffered from your distinction. The mania for autographs of distinguished names has sometimes invaded the sanctum of my room. Some person desiring to see the chirography of the author of “Proverbial Philosophy” borrowed your note, and forgot to return it, until today. The beautiful stanzas, which you sent, were published in our papers, and I retained a copy, for a long time, to send you, but, I had forgotten your address, and I had also forgotten who took away your note; and now, on its return I find that I have lost the paper that I intended to send you. So you see that your misfortune
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