I expect you are plagued with a good many letters, so I want to explain why all the same I mean to write this & ask you to do something for us.
Shd. I care in yr. place to be plagued by "sympathizers" wanting things? Probably not. But yet it cheers one to think one's words are welcome & have borne fruit in distant lands. So anyway I thought you wd. like to know that we here (my boys & we masters) had been reading yr. "Gospel of Comradeship,"—yes in our School Chapel too, not caring for brother Grundy & old wifes talk of "Inspiration" & "Canons loc.03578.002_large.jpg of Scripture; but reading that Gospel with many more. This we thought would cheer you up, & hoped, knowing how "Leaves of Grass" had cheered up us English, men & boys.
Now our fellows here have taken the Gospel to heart & have wished "The Love of Comrades" for their School Song.1 And one boy has tried to give it an English & school dress, to suit our case. I enclose the result.
Now I don't believe you will be offended at his presumption. Yr. song is for Americans, & this one here like most good Englishmen today feel America more than a cousin, yet we want loc.03578.003_large.jpg a song more suited to our purpose.
Now it wd. be a swell thing to have a song straight from yr. fingers, or a least a line from you about this. So I write, this feeling it an intrusion when you have so many to think of, to ask if you will not write us a few lines.
We are using the music written by a friend of mine for that comrade song in Edward Carpenter's2 Chants of Labour,3 no. 35, which book I send. loc.03578.004_large.jpgWe are trying to educate our boys to be men. For English Education has been & is too much a function of neat trousers a mere tiny affair.
We want them to have something rousing for their song—not merely English but world-wide. England is having queer times, but the juice is still here. Give us a Battle Cry; we will get music & lungs & hearts. And whether you feel well enough to do this for us accept our love & gratitude for yr life & example.
For my boys & colleagues truly yours Cecil Reddie.Correspondent:
Cecil Reddie (1858–1935) was
a progressive educational reformer and founder of the Abbotsholme School in
Staffordshire, England, where he served as Headmaster from 1889 to 1927. Reddie
is author of several books, including Abbotsholme
1889–1899, or Ten Year's Work in an Educational Laboratory
(London: George Allen, 1900) and John Bull: His Origin of
Character (London: George Allen, 1901). For more information on Reddie,
see William A. C. Stewart, Progressives and Radicals in
English Education 1750–1970 (London: The Macmillan Press, 1972).
The full text of the Abbotsholme song, "The Love of Comrades," was published
with commentary in an article by Clive Bemrose. See "A Whitman Poem and An 1890
English School's Song," Walt Whitman Review 22.4
(December 1976), 168–170).