Dear Mrs MacTavish (Kate):
First of all let me wish you, Newton and Maxine the compliments of the season with the most affectionate greetings. It is my loss that I do not see much of you but nearly three hundred miles separate the MacTavishes and the Pratts.
It was so kind of you to get the Ottawa people interested in my poetry. I shall never forget your kindness and your marvelous hospitality when I was in your city. And I want you now to accept as a Xmas present, however slight it may be, a copy of 'Many Moods.' I am simply startled at the way the book has gone so far. Out only three weeks and the first edition practically exhausted. It is getting splendid press and I am sending you along a few extracts as you kindly requested. Some time later would you return them as they are in demand for publicity.
'The Reverie on a Dog' gets the most attention from the Reviewers, 'Putting Winter to Bed,' 'Angelina,' comes next and of the shorter poems, 'Blind,' 'Old Age,' 'From Stone to Steel,' '"Erosion' and 'The Lee Shore' have been specially commented on.
'The Roosevelt and the Antinoe' went into the third thousand, and this new book seems to be going faster still. Good for a time of Depression.
I would indeed love to see you all again -- Perhaps next spring I may manage to stop over on my way East to Halifax.
Most sincerely,
E.J. Pratt (Ned Pratt)
'Sea-Gulls' and 'The Way of Cape Race' just appeared in the London Mercury.
Ned
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