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William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 20 July 1882

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  • Title: William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 20 July 1882
  • Date: July 20, 1882
  • Creator(s): William D. O'Connor
  • Whitman Archive ID: loc.03062
  • Source: The Charles E. Feinberg Collection of the Papers of Walt Whitman, 1839–1919, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C. Transcribed from digital images or a microfilm reproduction of the original item. For a description of the editorial rationale behind our treatment of the correspondence, see our statement of editorial policy.
  • Contributors to digital file: Stefan Schoeberlein Kirsten Clawson Eder Jaramillo Nicole Gray
  • Cite this page: O'Connor, William D.. "William D. O'Connor to Walt Whitman, 20 July 1882." The Walt Whitman Archive. Gen. ed. Matt Cohen, Ed Folsom, & Kenneth M. Price. Accessed 21 November 2024. <http://www.whitmanarchive.org>.
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 loc.03062.003_large.jpg Washington, D.C. July 20, 1882. Dear Walt:

I just have your postal of the 19th, announcing the first edition out and gone in a day! Hooray! Come on, Vice Society!

I am rejoiced. Rees Welsh & Co ought to have printed more, but no matter. If they manage right now, they can secure  loc.03062.004_large.jpg a prodigious sale. The main thing is not to be afraid, but to face persecution. The thunderstorm mounts against the wind.

Comstock is here, probably merely on Post Office business, he being a special agent. If he is moving against your book, I shall hear of it. But the Department is in his way, as he will  loc.03062.005_large.jpg find. He ought to be pitched out of the public service. It is a disgrace to the Government that they should employ this vile maggot bred from carrion—this rat of the cloaca—this lump of devil's-dung. I just want a square chance—a clear sight—to embalm him in a letter. Properly shown up, he would be  loc.03062.006_large.jpg bounced.

I have a bad dose in preparation for Tobey. There has been some delay, work presses me so much, together with the load of the dog day weather, and I have been really quite ill for a week with a severe cold. I wish I could go North for a while to recover.

I got the Press you sent with the Rev. Mr. Morrow's remarks, which  loc.03062.007_large.jpg I had already seen in the Tribune. He is a pearl among clergymen, and I feel grateful to him. I heard a story once how the brilliant Douglas Jerrold astonished an evening party in London by a constant fire of jeu de mots for hours, which continued until  loc.03062.008_large.jpg every person in the room, man or woman, had been the subject of a jest or epigram, always splendid and nearly always tart. Finally, when the admired wit was leaving, every eye fixed upon him, every ear bent to hear whatever he might utter,  loc.03062.009_large.jpg Charles Knight, the historian, whose sweetness of nature made him loved by all, standing near the door, said to him with a smile, "You've said something this evening about everyone here except me, Douglas; have you nothing to say about me?" "Yes," replied Jerrold, tenderly pressing his hand as he went  loc.03062.010_large.jpg away, "Good Knight"! I feel like imitating this wit, and saying, not in parting but in welcome, to our new friend, "Good Morrow."

I have an immensely cordial letter from Dr. Channing, who says he is going to write to you.

Send me one of the new edition when you can.

Faithfully, W. D. O'Connor. Walt Whitman.  loc.03062.001_large.jpg see notes July 29 1888 | also July 30  loc.03062.002_large.jpg
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