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Farmington Avenue, Hartford.
Dec. 18
My Dear Aldrich:
I read the Cloth of
Gold through, coming down
in the cars, & it is just
lightening poetry - a
thing which it gravels
me to say because my
own efforts in that line
have remained so per-
sistently unrecognized, in
consequence of the envy
& jealousy of this genera-
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