"Yours very truly,
"Kossuth.
"To Walter Savage Landor."
Opposite the nervous yet legible scrawl of the noble and maligned Magyar, Landor traced the following answer.
"It is impossible for me to rest until I have attempted to remove the vexation I have caused to the man I most venerate of any upon earth.
"My noble Kossuth! 'the sacred domain of your life' is far more extensive than your measurement. Neither your house nor your banker's are its confines. Do not imagine that the world is ignorant of your circumstances; it would be a crime to be indifferent to them.
"The editor of the Atlas, in announcing that he had secured your co-operation, published a manifesto. I know nothing of this editor; but so long as you contributed to the paper, I was your humble subsidiary.
"Consider how many men, wealthier than you and me, have accepted the offers of those who came forward to indemnify the persecuted for the demolition of their property. Ask yourself if Demosthenes or Milton, the two most illustrious defenders of liberty, by speech and pen, would have thrust aside the tribute which is due to such men alone. Would you dash out the signature of one who declares you his trustee for a legacy to your children? No, you would not. Neither will you reject the proofs of high esteem, however manifested, which England, however debased, is anxious to give.
"Believe me ever sincerely and affectionately yours,
"W. S. Landor.