Washington Dec. 10th, 1844.
My dear Poe --
Two months ago I wrote to you enclosing a copy of my poem. Since which I have not heard one word from you – not even a line of acknowledgment. Why is this? Are you out of the land of the living – Poe, I expected to have heard from you ere this.
Dow is well and full of Democratic Hopes as his party has triumphed, but I shall not write you any news of any thing else – I send this to know if you are in the land of the living, and if I do not soon get an answer I shall conclude you have departed, and proceed forthwith to write your obituary.
Yours
F. W. Thomas
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