Sept[ember]. 10/[18]78
Dear Mr Wallace
I have just returned from wandering in Ireland, the slave of wind rain & mist — which guided or rather frustrated my movements.
I will sign any memorial4 in your favo[u]r with pleasure — but fear I do not turn a soul (or rather a body as Corporations have notorious[l]y[?] no souls) in the Corporation5.
V[er]y[?] sinc[erel]y[?] Y[our]s[?] | JD Hooker6 [signature]
Status: Draft transcription [Letter (WCP2367.2257)]
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