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Dear Bradburn, I took from the office this morning your
paper of the 15th inst. It had probably been there some days, as I
inquire at the newspaper delivery but over a week. I thank you for it, and was
much pleased to see it—not on account of the compliments, for I did not need
any from you—nor on account of the deference, for attacks upon me do not wound
me enough to require a poultice—but because I am gratified to know that you are
allowed such freedom of speech, and do not hesitate to exercise it. I had
supposed that the political necessities of your situation kept your pen within
narrower limits. I wrote you a line a few days ago—the
second I have written, but the first I have sent, for a long time. I do
not yet know whether I shall go on with a second volume of my book. I hope to
hear from you soon. My love to Mrs. Bradburn. No news here except what you see
in the papers. Yours truly, Lysander
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