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Liverpool, Sept 7th '54 My dear Sir, The book for which you inquire, on Miss Witford's behalf, has not passed through my hands, unless it may have been contained in a small parcel which Fields transmitted through me to Mr. Bennet. I somewhat doubt whether the Poems are yet published - not having seen them [ ?] [-tied ?]or noticed. I will write to Fields per next steamer, telling him how earnestly Miss [Mitford ?] wishes
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for the book. It grieves me to hear that she is so ill; for though I never had the happiness of meeting her, my feelings towards her are those of a warm personal friend. I thank you for the little poems - "Pygmalion," and "[ ? dess."] I think no other modern poet has wrought up a classic subject so passionately. The marble warms under your touch. Very truly yours, Nath' Hawthorne