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Clifton Hill House,
Clifton, Bristol
July 12, 1877
Dear Mr. Whitman
I was away from England when your volumes reached me, & since my return (during the last six weeks) I have been very ill with an attack of hemorrhage from the lung—brought on while riding a pulling horse at a time when I was weak from cold.1 This must account for
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my delay in writing to thank you for them & to express the great pleasure which your inscription in two of the volumes has given me.
I intend to put into my envelope a letter to you with some verses from one of your great admirers in England.2 It is my nephew—
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the second son of my sister who married Sir Edward Strachey, a Somersetshire baronet.3 I gave him a copy of Leaves of Grass in 1874, & he knows a great portion of it now by heart. Though still so young, he has developed a considerable faculty for writing & is an enthusiastic student
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of literature as well as a frank vigorous lively young fellow. I thought you might like to see how some of the youth of England is being drawn toward you.
St. Loe writes so bad a hand that I shall transcribe his verses for him
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When thou in love with Him of Galilee
Shalt have thy place. Not yet, The years must wane,
And thought from Superstition's curse be free:
When this is ended, thou with him shalt reign
Strong in all hearts, as loved, as
mighty brothers twain.
St. Loe Strachey
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