A Letter To Mistress Meredith Ann Whitney
I must ask your pardon from the outset, as I am wholly unfamiliar when it comes to matters of etiquette and form when addressing a woman of your station. It is, for instance, unknown to me what title your salutation should bear. How does one address a well presented harlot after all? Perhaps it shall suffice merely to resort to "Mistress Whitney." Very well.
It will come as no surprise to you, certainly it has been none to me, to learn that I am aware of your overtures and ministrations with respect to one Muni Illinois, the First Count of Cook. It now comes to my attention that, your shameless and shallow advances having been spurned by the kind and honorable Count, you seek to ruin him by an entirely different attack: the proliferate spread of slanderous and scurrilous lies and the intimation that his fortune is depleted, his estate in tatters, and his finances in ruin. Your reputation as a gossip and malefactor in this regard is well known to all good citizens.
I cannot hope to appeal to a sense of honor, goodness, or honesty, as I know none exists in the dark stains of your black heart, and as such I can only offer you advice against the moral turpitude I am certain you will, in any event, not abandon:
One day you will feel the truth of these words; and draw from them the certain inference, that if you have strayed so far to forget yourself so and all the teaching that had ever been instilled into you, as—under any pretext—with any justification—through any temptation—to become the successor of those poor girls who must steal or destroy that which they cannot win over with goodness, and the progressive ideals of charity, sacrifice, and re-distributional love, you will one day find you have crossed too far to return to shore.
I don't imagine that my words will have any result of consequence, but perhaps some day I will be found wrong, and my counsel might remain to serve you as aid in the time of trial.
As for my most dear Count, our love is beyond your timid fiscal libel.
With Sincere Regard (But Little Hope) For The Hope Of Your Reform,