Here I am in Albany on my way south.1 I leave here by the 8 o'clock boat tomorrow morning for New York, & expect to arrive at about 5 pm. I shall probably stay with A. H. Rome2 (Brooklyn) till Monday morning, & then come on to Camden.
I left Port Hope yesterday morning & crossed Lake Ontario to Charlotte for Rochester. I didn't get so much enjoyment from crossing the lake as I hoped for, as the day was dull with strong winds. And though not actually seasick, I was nearer it than I ever was before, & more or less uncomfortable during most of the time! But I got some enjoyment from it notwithstanding.
It was a little after six when I got to Rochester, & I decided to stay there all night.—Left @ 9-55 this morning arriving at Albany @ 4.50. Though the morning was dull, it cleared up & the afternoon has been beautiful & I have enjoyed the ride very much indeed—especially down the lovely valley of Mohawk River.
I hope for a good time tomorrow on the Hudson, & shall be glad at the close to see Mr Rome—& to receive letters & news of you. (Have received no letters since last Monday but one.)
I hope with all my heart that things have gone well with you &
that when I do hear, the news will be good.
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I am quite longing for letters—from Camden & from Bolton.
My coming to Camden on Monday will be contingent on Ingersoll's3 lecturing that evening—as I want to hear him. But if he does not, I propose to visit West Hills before coming.
I was startled today to see the news of Parnell's4 death. Poor fellow! His turbulent career is ended so!
Dear Walt, dearest of friends, it is not without some
trepidation that I come to see you again.
For you will be "disillusioned"!
But my love to you only grows deeper with time, &
though that doesn't count for much,
I come as the agent of friends5 whose love
does count, & whom I am sure that you
too would love. (Though, for the matter of that, whom do you
not love?)
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And I feel almost as though not only my friends are represented (unworthily) by me, but as though there were more between us than that. For when I saw you, you reminded me strangely & strongly of my dear mother,6 & I almost felt as though she too were present, & that you were her messenger & representative. And however fanciful that idea may seem (though I felt it strongly at the time) yet I am sure that a higher Presence still was there, & that God himself, who had led me to you, blessed me far beyond my deserts or old time anticipation in permitting me to see you. God bless you for all you have done & been to me & to my friends (lovers of you). I write lamely, but warm hearts—manly & true—in Bolton beat in unison with all I can say of love & gratitude & blessing.
Yours affectionately J W WallaceCorrespondent:
James William Wallace
(1853–1926), of Bolton, England, was an architect and great admirer of
Whitman. Wallace, along with Dr. John Johnston (1852–1927), a physician in
Bolton, founded the "Bolton College" of English admirers of the poet. Johnston
and Wallace corresponded with Whitman and with Horace Traubel and other members
of the Whitman circle in the United States, and they separately visited the poet
and published memoirs of their trips in John Johnston and James William Wallace,
Visits to Walt Whitman in 1890–1891 by Two
Lancashire Friends (London: Allen and Unwin, 1917). For more
information on Wallace, see Larry D. Griffin, "Wallace, James William (1853–1926)," Walt
Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New
York: Garland Publishing, 1998).