New-York: Nov. 15. 45My Dear Friend--
Beyond doubt you must think that I treat you ill in not answering your letters--but it is utterly impossible to conceive how busy I have been. The Broadway Journals I now send, will give you some idea of the reason. I have been buying out the paper, and of course you must be aware that I have had a tough time of it--making all kind of maneuvres--and editing the paper, without aid from any one, all the time. I have succeeded, however, as you see--bought it out entirely, and paid for it all, with the exception of 140 $ which will fall due on the 1rst of January next. I will make a fortune of it yet. You see yourself what a host of advertising I have. For Heaven's sake, my dear friend, help me now if you can--at once--for now is my time of peril. If I live until next month I shall be beyond the need of aid. If you can send me the $45, for Heaven's sake do it, by return of mail--or if not all, a part. Time with me now, is money & money more than time. I wish you were here that I might explain to you my hopes & prospects--but in a letter it is impossible--for remember that I have to do everything myself edit the paper--get it to press-- and attend to [page 2:] the multitudinous business besides.
Believe me--will you not?--my dear friend--that it is through no want of disposition to write you that I have failed to do so:--the moments I now spend in penning these words are gold themselves-- & more. By & bye I shall have time to breathe--and then I will write you fully.
You are wrong (as usual) about Archytas & Orion--both are as I accent them. Look in any phonographic Dictionary--say Bolles. Besides, wherever the words occur in >>poe[etry]<< ancient poetry, they are as I give them. What is the use of disputing an obvious point? You are wrong too, throughout, in what you say about the poem "Orion" --there is not the shadow of an error, in its rhythm, from a to w.
Never dreamed that you did not get the paper regularly until Bisco told me it was not sent. You must have thought it very strange.
So help me Heaven, I have sent and gone personally in all the nooks & corners of Broker-Land & such a thing as the money you speak of-- is not to be obtained.
[page 3:] Write soon--soon--& help me if you can. I sent you my Poems.
God bless you--
E. A. P.
We all send our warmest love to yourself, your wife & family.
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