I must write again, out of a full heart. For the reading of this book "The Two Rivulets"1 has filled it very full—Ever the deep inward assent, rising up strong, exultant, my immortal self recognizing, responding to your immortal self. Ever the sense of dearness loc.02890.002_mflm.jpg —the sweet subtle perfume, pervading every page, every line to my sense—O I cannot put into any words what I perceive nor what answering emotion pervades me, flows out towards you—sweetest deepest greatest experience of my life—what I was made for—surely I was made as the soil in which the precious seed of your thoughts & emotions should be planted—try to fulfil themselves in me, that I might loc.02890.003_mflm.jpg by & bye blossom into beauty & bring forth rich fruits—immortal fruits—So no doubt other women feel, and future women will.
Do not dissuade me from coming this autumn my dearest Friend2—I have waited patiently 7 years—patiently yet often, especially since your illness with such painful yearning your heart would yearn towards me if you realized it—I cannot wait any longer. Nor ought I to—that would indeed be sacrificing the prudence that concerns itself with immortal things to the prudence that concerns itself only with temporary loc.02890.004_mflm.jpg ones. But, indeed, even so far as this latter is concerned, there is no sacrifice required for any. It is by far the best step, for instance, I could take on Beatrice's3 account She is heartily in earnest in her medical studies—I am persuaded, too, it is a splendid training for her whether or no she ever makes a money earning profession of it. And in England women have at present, no means of obtaining a complete loc.02890.005_mflm.jpg medical education. They cannot get admission to any Hospital for the clinical part of the course—So that she is exceedingly anxious to come where it is possible for her to follow out her aims effectually. Then, I am confident she will find America congenial to her—that she is in her essential nature democratic—& that she has the intelligence, the sympathies earnestness affectionateness, unconventionality needed to pierce through appearances surface "crudeness" & see & love the great reality unfolding loc.02890.006_mflm.jpg below. So I believe has Herby.4 Then an artist is as free as an author to work where he pleases—reaps as much from fresh and widened experiences. He does not contemplate cutting himself off from England—will exhibit here—very likely take a studio in London for a season, a couple of years hence to work among old friends & associations, & so have double chance & opportunities. Then above all, dearest loc.02890.007_mflm.jpg friend they too see America in & through you—they too would fain be near you. Have no anxiety or misgivings for us. Let us come & be near you—& see if we are made of the right sort of stuff for transplanting to American soil. Only advise us where. If it be Philadelphia (which as far as offering facilities for Beatrice would, as far as I can learn, suit us very well loc.02890.008_mflm.jpg We must not come I think till the end of October because of its being so full—Perhaps indeed dearest Friend (but I dare not build on it) we shall talk this over in England—If you are able to take the journey, it might, and would be sure to do you good as well as to rejoice the hearts of English friends. But if not, if we are not able to talk over our coming, do not feel the least anxious about us. We shall light on our feet & do very well; Percy5 seems getting on fairly well considering what a bad time it is in his loc.02890.009_mflm.jpg line of business. I think he will be able to marry this autumn or following winter—I shall go and spend a month with him in July. Perhaps indeed if as many are prophecying the iron trade does not recover its old pre-eminence here—he may be glad by & bye that I have gone over to America & opened a way for him. But if he does not follow me then, if I live, I hope to spend a few months with him every three or four loc.02890.010_mflm.jpg years, instead of as now a few weeks once a year. Anyhow we have to live widely apart.—Thanks for the papers just received. Specially welcome the account of some stranger's interview with you—for me too before very long now the joy of hearing the "strong musical voice," read the "Wound Dresser" or speak.
I have happy thoughts for my companions all day long, helping me over every difficulty—strengthening me.
Goodbye dearest Friend. Love from us all. A. Gilchrist.Correspondent:
Anne Burrows Gilchrist
(1828–1885) was the author of one of the first significant pieces of
criticism on Leaves of Grass, titled "A Woman's Estimate
of Walt Whitman (From Late Letters by an English Lady to W. M. Rossetti)," The Radical 7 (May 1870), 345–59. Gilchrist's long
correspondence with Whitman indicates that she had fallen in love with the poet
after reading his work; when the pair met in 1876 when she moved to
Philadelphia, Whitman never fully returned her affection, although their
friendship deepened after that meeting. For more information on their
relationship, see Marion Walker Alcaro, "Gilchrist, Anne Burrows (1828–1885)," Walt
Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New
York: Garland Publishing, 1998).