I wrote to you a few days ago terribly chagrined about the
advertisement. You have now explained it, and above all things in this world, I
love a man who tells me the whole simple truth of his heart, as you have done,
and I freely forgive you, for if I had thought the same way I would have acted
the same way. But I cannot help smiling at your London Critics. They must read
it over again. I had the best advice in the three kingdoms on the
poem—men whose opinions, even given in a dream, I would not exchange for
all the critics in England, before I ever proposed it for publication. I will
risk my fame on it to all eternity. You may be mistaken, and you may be misled,
my dear Murray, but as long as you tell
me the simple truth as freely, you and I will be friends. Will
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