I have your postal card of the 17th, and enclose the article from the Nation—an infamous article. I would give a great deal to know who is the writer. Is it not possible to find this out?
You mention it as in the N.Y. Evening Post, of which the Nation is a weekly issue, though without containing all its matter. So I am not sure that this libel was in both papers.
I also enclose a press syr_kc.00110.jpg copy of my reply, and of the note I subsequently addressed
with the MS to the Times.
Montgomery wrote me a very kind note, saying that the Times editor wouldn't print my article for "professional
reasons"—which simply means, I suppose, that dog will not eat dog, or that
one member of the journalistic condottieri will stand
by another in his iniquity.
When I read the article over just now, it seemed a little better than I at first
thought it. I was quite ill and weighed down with syr_kc.00111.jpg lassitude when I wrote
it,—spurred only by my indignation. Upon its return from the Times, I had a vague wandering notion of sending it to
the Critic, as my blue pencil memorandum on the first
sheet indicates. But I suppose it is no use. I felt rather deterred by the
remembrance of Gilder's unfriendly spat at me when I was fighting that
contemptible clergyman, Chadwick, and was so clearly in the right. I had thought
of him previously as a friend of yours.
I also enclose a slip from the Nation which shows syr_kc.00112.jpg Dr. William
Hand Browne in the noble and honorable light of trying to edit out of poor
Lanier's silly lectures, the little praise he had bestowed on you—an
effort baffled only by the right instincts of the poet's widow. What a lot of
helldevils the literati are, to be sure!
Send me back the slips sometime.
I am glad you saw Marvin. He is the best of friends, and is firm in the faith.
I hope to get away for a few days soon. I am still in charge of the office, and much burdened. More anon. I got your curious Shakespeare letter. Is he crazy? Au revoir.
Faithfully W.D.O'C. W.W.