TO MR. SIBBALD,
BOOKSELLER IN EDINBURGH.
[This letter first appeared in that very valuable work, Nicholl’s Illustrations of Literature.]
Lawn Market.
Sir,
So little am I acquainted with the words and manners of the more public and polished walks of life, that I often feel myself much embarrassed how to express the feelings of my heart, particularly gratitude:—
“Rude am I in my speech,
And little therefore shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself—“
The warmth with which you have befriended an obscure man and a young author in the last three magazines—I can only say, Sir, I feel the weight of the obligation, I wish I could express my sense of it. In the mean time accept of the conscious acknowledgment from,
Sir,
Your obliged servant,
R. B.