Fair day—windy however—lake rough—blustering. Han1 below doing domestic service—very much better in health— stronger, nervous somewhat—yet doing wonders, after her year of sore trial.
Recieved your imprint, or wonderfullwonderful compilation on classicaly poetic emanations by celebrities from times past, by all degrees. How true you wrote, that time composes, completes the understanding, qualifies the decree, as it were, finaly, justly of degrees, consumate excellence, superiority.
Yourself now Eminent: a Judge. You should have a liberal emolument, or price for this last, most complete production. I feel assured you will.
duk.00454.002_large.jpgI remember Bryant.2 You once brought him to my studio in Brooklyn. I can imagine or recall him now, as he sat on the extreme end of my lounge—High Priest of Nature! Thanatopsis! Durand essayd to color the theme from his rather weak (never vain palette.) A failure. The grand old rocks, ancient as the sun! ["]very new rocks" wrote one critic. Cole might, could have portrayd it, with his dramatic power!3
And now Walt, I am moved practicaly, for ourselves, life's subsistence—our homestead for many years, consecrated in a measure by good mother Whitmans4 presence, years ago, for a brief so-journ—and by Yours—well known.5 Have on taxes yet 10 dollars, 1 years interest, 15 dollars.
CharlieCorrespondent:
Charles Louis Heyde (ca.
1820–1892), a French-born landscape painter, married Hannah Louisa Whitman
(1823–1908), Walt Whitman's sister, and they lived in Burlington, Vermont.
Charles Heyde was infamous among the Whitmans for his offensive letters and poor
treatment of Hannah. For more information about Heyde, see Steven Schroeder,
"Heyde, Charles Louis (1822–1892)," Walt
Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New
York: Garland Publishing, 1998).