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76, PORTLAND PLACE, W.

July: 19: 17

My dearest wee Mother

We had a day of very heavy rain yesterday, & definitely muggy. I was as limp as a dishcloth when I got home in the evening. I am going to have a crisis to-day, probably. I am having a controversy with my committee of Editors (an

idiotic business which the P.M. forced on me owing to his fear of the Press. I don't intend to give way, & if the P.M. doesn't support me I shall resign on the spot. So I may have a little leisure after all. I have discovered that in this world it is very easy to be strong, but very difficult to be urbane at the same time. It is my

business to avoid friction, but at the same time there is a limit.

Tell Nan people are always writing to me asking when I am going to publish that anthology of modern Scots poetry, which I referrd to in my preface to 'Songs of Angus'. I wonder if Nan wouldn't like to do that. I will send her all the books & give her heaps of suggestions.

The children are very well & are busy

haymaking. I wonder how you are, my dear wee body. Please tell me about the lamp if you want me to write to them. I fear we won't go down to Kent till Saturday afternoon

Much love to all

[Your ever loving?]

John