I am glad to see by the Pall Mall Budget of yesterday that you are in fairly good health. Were I near you I should like to have the honor of paying my personal respects to you. I am your debtor. When a young man I read your Leaves of Grass 1855 edition. It revealed a new world to me—the world within myself. Your Specimen Days1 I regard as the most humane book of the present century.
While breathing the spirit of freedom it bears no feeling of ill will against those who wished to keep chains on men because their skins were black.
I might say more, but enough to satisfy you that I have a real sympathy with your life's work, and that I regard your Leaves of Grass as being the most original of American books.
If you would write your name upon my 1855 edition, which I intend to present to a public library, I should send it to you. I should like the book to represent your penmanship as well as your skill as a printer. Hoping you will be willing to render me this service, I am, dear Poet, yours truly,
W. C. AngusCorrespondent:
William Craibe Angus
(1830–1899) was a Scottish art dealer from Glasgow.