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Dear Bradburn, I rec’d yours of the 6th inst.,
but yesterday, and today I see it announced with Chronotype that you “are
engaged to edit the Pioneer for the coming winter,” and that “Glaff[?] is going
to As I presume this announcement is premature,
if not erroneous, I will answer your query, “whether I have anything to say
about it”? Just as if the announcement had not appeared. 1. It seems to me that 2. I doubt if you could have such liberty
in the management of the Pioneer, as you would insist upon. Robinson is
non-resistance, as I understand, and if so, I see not how he could consistently
allow you such liberty as you would want. 3. I
should not think you would like to take the paper, with a view of giving it up
to Glaff again, at the end of two or three years. 4.
There does not seem much room here for another paper, that should take
either side of the These are objections that occur to me. As
to the prospects of income, I can judge nothing of that. If nevertheless you make it a part of the
contract that the Pioneer shall be removed to Boston—that you be at full
liberty to make it such a paper as you please—that you then take hold of this
constitutional matter and drive it hard. The Emancipator will either have to
write with you, or give up the ghost. It could not sustain an opposition to you
longer than until the next election. It hardly lives, as I understand. If you
could then write the two subscription lists, you might perhaps make a permanent
paper with good income. The Era took no further notice of my book
than what you saw in the Patriot “Short and Sweet.” Smith’s letter to Chase is
tolerable—actually he had no right to admit that the importation clause refers
to slaves—that is, legally speaking—which is the only sense in which the
constitution intends or admits anything. In my next part, I shall put that idea
entirely and eternally to flight, that is, that the importation clause refers
to slaves. It is near mail time, and I do not think of
any thing more at this moment, though I probably shall after the letter is
gone. Yours truly, L. Spooner |