¶" There has been much
more interest here,2 more sympathy and more indignation felt
about the Presidents attempted murder,3 than if he was a European sovereign. From
all sides, I think, the world looks to America; we love our own lands as much as
you, but we feel that the future of the race is being decided there. Political
corruption and public dishonesty are instinctively felt to be far more significant,
occurring in America than in Germany or England, and we have been hearing so much
about them lately that everyone's mind loc_af.01062_large.jpghas been bent in expectation towards
each new President, each striking turn of events in the U.S.; thinking that the time
has come at last when something will be done to justify our hopes. We have thought
we saw it being done since—Garfield's election—Hercules letting in the
cleansing flood. Now, rightly or wrongly, this impression has been immensely
strengthened. When we heard the President was dead it was as if we heard of a
martyrdom. Now that the reports are more and more favourable everyday, it seems to
us as if the good cause had assuredly triumphed in the first wrestle. I don't know
how far these impressions of the state of things are true; but they have
verisimilitude. I liked so much all I could hear of President Garfield.
loc_af.01063_large.jpgIs it not
wonderful and inscrutable that out of the confusion and slander and insidious
intrigue that seems to attend every Presidential election a man like that should
have emerged? Things look to me every way
as if the people were awaking.
I see your friend R. M. Bucke has brought out a
book on 'Man's Moral Nature'—I must get it. I saw it noticed & praised
in the 'Spectator' a few days ago—the critic said that "Mr. Bucke appeared
to be an ardent admirer of Walt Whitman—hence, perhaps, some of the
obscurities in the volume—which, we candidly confess, are beyond us."4 The Spectator is an excellent (weekly)
paper—thoughtful, honest, manly; Radical in politics, but in religion
belonging to loc_af.01064_large.jpg
that rather vapid sect, the Neo-Christian or Broad Church. Barring this latter
particular there is a very great deal in the 'Spectator' which might be written
out of you; and I have no doubt that if you had thrown your works into the form
of systematic treatises and written in a strictly refined cultured and
gentlemanlike way, you might have gained the approbation of the Spectator,
possibly even of the Saturday Review, to which latter journal you are still a
thorn in the flesh, of the first magnitude.5
We have left Bad-Elster, the baths having perfectly restored my wife's health to our great joy. And we are now pretty close to Dresden, about half an hour by train, living in two rooms in the [cut away]