“About two years ago I arrived in England from Australia, with
the object of striving to gain a footing in literature, but so
far have been unsuccessful. I have written two novels and
numerous short stories and articles, but I have ever had them
rejected, and all I can show for my work is a pile of
publishers’ letters. My resources long since gave out, and I
worked myself into the lowest poverty, and then I was
prostrated by a long illness. Knowing, sir, that you have had
much to do with journalistic work, I decided to write and ask
you if you knew of any one in the city--or elsewhere--to whom
you could refer me for some employment. I am practically
destitute, and knowing no one in London makes it extremely
difficult for me to get anything to do. About six months ago I
was turned out of my lodgings owing to arrears of rent, and
then I commenced tramping the country in the hope of getting
work. I managed to get three weeks’ hop-picking, but nothing
else, and so for a while I tramped aimlessly about, being
exposed to all kinds of weather, sleeping in haystacks, or
wherever else offered, until at last my health again gave way.
It was then that I called on a well-known novelist, and he was
very kind and assisted me, at the same time expressing a wish
to see my works. They were sent for, and duly forwarded on to
his agents, and I have been advised to write books for boys,
the agent expressing his opinion that I would succeed in this,
but as I am situated writing is out of the question. When I met
this novelist my health failed utterly, and I was compelled to
go into the infirmary for a while, and whilst there he wrote
telling me to try and get some practice in journalistic work
and to study for a while until I gained a little more
experience.
“I think he is out of England at present, but he gave me
permission to use his letter as a reference if I needed it.
Well, sir, I returned to London about a month ago, and managed
to get a few days’ work envelope addressing at Morgan and
Scott’s, in Paternoster Row, but so far I have been unable to
find anything else to do. I am very anxious to get some work
immediately, and if you could help me in this I should be
indeed grateful. I care not of what nature the employment may
be, manual or otherwise, if I can only get it at once.
“Apologizing for troubling you,
“I am,
“Dear Sir,
“Yours faithfully.”
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