"What do I care about your vulgar Magazine, anyhow? What inducements have I ever had to allow my work to be spoiled in it? No writers worth reading want to write for you, so long as they can obtain expression anywhere else. The few good writers you have are men to whom you must pay immense salaries. Your firm is a hundred years behind; ignorant, brutal, mean,—absurdly ignorant—INCREDIBLY ignorant of what art is, what literature is, what good taste is. But it makes money like pork-packeries and butcheries and loan-offices make money. So that even, with the certainty of having one's work spoiled, a starving author occasionally allows you to publish an outrageously mangled remnant of his work in your vapidly, beastly, vulgar Magazine." — Writer Lafcadio Hearn in an 1890 letter to Henry Mills Alden, longtime editor of Harper’s magazine, sometimes referred to as the "dean of American magazine editors."
Hearn seems to have been upset over the terms of a recent contract he'd recently received.