NewYork - Jan. 16,1845.
Dear Griswold,-If you will permit me to call you so--Your letter occasioned me first pain and then pleasure:--pain because it gave me to see that I had lost, through my own folly, an honorable friend: --pleasure, because I saw in it a hope of reconciliation.
I have been aware, for several weeks, that my reasons for speaking of your book as I did (of yourself I have always spoken kindly) were based in the malignant slanders of a mischief-maker by profession. Still, as I supposed you irreparably offended, I could make no advances when we met at the Tribune office, although I longed to do so. I know of nothing which would give me more sincere pleasure than your accepting these apologies, and meeting me as a friend.
If you can do this and forget the past, let me know where I shall call on you--or come and see me at the Mirror Office, any morning about 10. We can then talk over the other matters, which, to me at least, are far less important than your good will.
Very truly yours
Edgar A Poe.