I was delighted yesterday morning to receive your kind post card of Decbr: 23rd,1 & I thank you for it with all my heart.
I was very much pleased to note the rather better report of your health at the time of writing:—("pretty fair—considering")— loc_vm.02218_large.jpg & of your having been out the previous day.
This morning, I had the further pleasure of receiving a letter from Dr Johnston,2 enclosing copies of your P.C. to him & of a letter from Horace L. Traubel3 dated Decbr: 25th, which confirmed the glad news of your improved condition.
I was also very much pleased to receive a copy of "The New Ideal"4 loc_vm.02219_large.jpg for Decbr, and one of "Unity"5 for August 28th;—both very kindly sent by Traubel at your suggestion. I will write to him tonight (though briefly) to thank him.
I note your description of your solitude &c, relieved "once in a while" by "something or somebody that cheers you," & I wish that I could do something better to cheer you than writing stupid letters. But I can only do "as they" are said to "do in Chowbent" loc_vm.02220_large.jpg (a village near Bolton)—viz:—the best they can!
Indeed, I am doing very little in any way at present. I am still suffering from exhaustion of brain & nerves, which is very slow to quit, & which, while it lasts, prevents me from doing any thing beyond my necessary work.
Even the society of friends ("the College"6) of which I was the founder & leader, & which met at our house while we lived in Bolton, has seen very little of me this winter
loc_vm.02221_large.jpg March 7th '91 noteBoth in it, & in literary work besides, I have been anxious to extend your influence & to help on your work. And I trust that in good time, & by God's help, I shall be able to do so—perhaps all the better for my present inactivity.
Meanwhile, it is my proudest & dearest privilege to write to you, & to shew you something—(if nothing better) of a love which is as that of a son, & of the gratitude & homage due to my greatest benefactor & exemplar.
loc_vm.02222_large.jpgAs I read your postcard, & thought of you sitting alone in your room, (in your big chair—with wolfskin,) writing & reading—"or rather going through the motions"—I wished that I could sit with you, & read aloud for you what you wished, & write as you dictated. How gladly would I do so if I only could!
But I have to content myself with looking up at your portrait which looks down upon me from the mantelpiece & writing as I can.
loc_vm.02223_large.jpgI am most heartily glad that you begin the New Year under improved conditions of health—(or seemed likely to do so at Christmas.) I devoutly hope that as the year goes on it may bring you increasing strength & immunity from pain, inspirations of nobler cheer & trust & love, with wider & deeper returns of the love you have poured forth in such a measureless & lifelong flood—& that loc_vm.02224_large.jpg your eyes may be gladdened with visible beginnings of the noble harvest yet to come to the burning seeds of faith & joy & love you have so diligently planted.
With heartfelt, deepest thanks for all your benefits—& for all your personal loving-kindness—to me, & with responding love, gratitude & reverence always.
I remain 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).