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Herbert Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 27 August–22 October 1883

 loc.02190.001_large.jpg My dear old Walt

For the last 3 weeks I have been upon the point of penning you a little description of a little town I and my sister have just taken down in Devon & Somerset. I don't know whether you have scenery like Lyme-regis in America, rich in thistles tangled weeds & smooth grass growing down to the waters edge. Had some capital bathes in the sea.—always think of you when I am by the sea.—it was a shingly coast at low water, so I went in, in a pair of old boots to protect my feet from the stones.

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At an old farm in Somerset at a village—West Lambrook—There was a great chimney corner in which a body could sit on the oak settle and see a star or two up the chimney, how jolly it was and how you would have revelled in it I could but think.

I heard some strange Somersetshire stories, this is one—Lord Portman's steward died a rich man and willed at his death his best horse should be killed & buried by his side in order that at the day of resurrection, he could mount his steed and be fast in at the day of judgement. And to circumvent evil disposed persons who might dig him up for the new  loc.02190.003_large.jpg harness upon the horse, his men sat up ploughing all night over his grave so that no one could identify the spot: this happened some 20 or 30 years since. The Somersetshire men put a Z in everything, "I zaid I zhould."

Very much interested in John Burroughs article in the Century of Aug:​ upon Carlyle, presents his hero in a clear and telling manner, though I think he and Emerson are mistaken in thinking manliness predominated over intellect with C—truer I should say of dear old Dr. Johnson.

I hope that you will read mothers book,—Lamb was a man.  loc.02190.004_large.jpgIf you get at the Lambs I am sure you will like them & see that the good Thomas was rather out in his judgment of them.

October 22nd.

I was immensely interested in Mrs. Price's and your other great friend the pilot's letters about you in Dr. Bucke's book. Dr. Bucke writes genially too.

Your affectionate friend Herb: Gilchrist.

Mother & Grace are away at the sea for a little change.

 loc.02190.005_large.jpg from Herbert Oct​ 22 '83  loc.02190.006_large.jpg
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