The architect's unrealized dream was to design the tallest building in the world.

For them no spring, with gentle care, Paints the young bud and scents the air; Nor autumn bids the loaded stem Scatter its fruitage fair for them.

[…] its members must adapt themselves to the changes which the country is undergoing, if they wish to command the regard, nay, the affection which the ma baps used to command in the olden days.

The letter they sent was a goof-up; it was intended for someone else.