When I read your letter it seemed to me impossible that I could send any message to the American people. But thinking it over at night, it came to me that, if I had to address the American people, I should like to thank them for their writers who flourished about the fifties. I would mention Garrison, Parker, Emerson, Ballou, and Thoreau, not as the greatest, but as those who, I think, specially influenced me. Other names are Channing, Whittier, Lowell, Walt Whitman—a bright constellation, such as is rarely to be found in the literatures of the world.
And I should like to ask the American people why they do not pay more attention to these voices (hardly to be replaced by those of financial and industrial millionaires, or successful generals and admirals), and continue the good work in which they made such hopeful progress.
I'm sorry. I am not buying into the proposition that he had actually read either Ballou or Channing, and I have my doubts about Parker, too.
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The photo for the day is of General Allende and the horse he rode in on: