Woodrow Wilson to Horace E. Scudder

There has been some delay in sending you the paper of which I spoke to you because it much needed to be copied—and that, in a busy household, was a job that consumed some days in the doing. I could not get the address style out of the thing without entirely re-writing it. I did the best I could, and now commend the production to your indulgent perusal.

I shan't be altogether sorry if you conclude that it had best remain an address, and send it back to me. For, while it of course speaks my convictions and is not much of it what I have said before, I'm a bit sorry to return in print to an old theme, as I do in the closing paragraphs of the paper.

However, I trust your judgment as to what the Monthly's constituents will stand. I believe the central points of the paper thoroughly worth making—and making through all possible media of utterance.

I am much tempted by your kind invitation to visit you by the sea and make Mrs. Scudder's acquaintance. I feel that I should be altogether the gainer in such an experience. I am gratified that you should want me, and deeply disappointed that I must bow to home duties and acknowledge their right to keep me back from such indulgences—such profitable indulgences even—as an acceptance of your invitation. But I have more to do than the remaining month of 'vacation' will suffice for doing and must postpone all goings off.

With warmest regards,