Friday, July 13, 1860.
My Dear Yankee:
My book is nearly finished, but, as of old, the Tribune played me false.
My self-respect makes it imperative to avoid any contact with the Tribune, and
certainly I shall not ask any favor, any notice. Mercantile speculation was
scarcely a secondary view in my labor, and, poor as I am, I shall try if a
conscientious and (I can say it without conceit, such as few would have done)
intellectual production cannot reach the people without the to-be-begged
support of an arrogant press.
Yours,
Gurowski.
SOURCE: James Shepherd Pike, First Blows of the
Civil War: The Ten Years of Preliminary Conflict in the United States from 1850
to 1860, p. 524
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