I often wonder how you are getting on, with the approach of winter? I hope it will find you in a comfortable condition.
I have come here to Paris for the winter, leaving Oxford at last. Paris is the great
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art now of all Europe—there are thousands of arts students here from all the
world. A great deal of good work is being produced, and the atmosphere is very
exhilarating. Next to the French the best work is done by the Swedes & the
Americans—there seems to be a real burst of life among these Northern
people—the Swedes, Norwegians & Finns,
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not an isolated phenomenon. The American work here is very strong—there are a
number of young men who have real genius, I think. I am going this afternoon to see
the young Brooklyn sculptor2 who is making the great fountain for the Chicago
exhibition—it is to cover acres & dispense Mississippis!
However, he is not frightened by the job, but has a splendid design—America sitting high on a barge, which is rowed by gigantic female figures.
They are all well in England I think—my mother3 is paying a short Temperance visit to N.Y. Boston & Chicago with an English friend of hers, but we expect her back shortly now.
Good-bye, dear Mr. Whitman Yours affectionately Logan Pearsall SmithCorrespondent:
Logan Pearsall Smith
(1865–1946) was an essayist and literary critic. He was the son of Robert
Pearsall Smith, a minister and writer who befriended Whitman, and he was the
brother of Mary Whitall Smith Costelloe, one of Whitman's most avid followers.
For more information on Logan, see Christina Davey, "Smith, Logan Pearsall (1865–1946)," Walt
Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New
York: Garland Publishing, 1998).