All quiet here and another perfect autumn day. Your card of 13th came this morning. I
think it is wonderful how perfect your handwriting keeps through all your illness
and feebleness. No I would not recommend Froude's2
Carlyle3 to a man who needed cheering up. I read it a few
years ago and it nearly gave me an attack of melancholia. I look upon that same
Carlyle as being (or having been?) one of the worst "cranks" that ever lived. And he
certainly had about as bad a time of it loc_es.00369.jpg for 86 years as any man ever had in this
world. Nothing gave him pleasure, nearly everything gave him pain. As long as his
wife lived her presence only seemed to add to his worry and gloom; as soon as she
was dead he was more gloomy and worried more than ever because he had lost her! He
was a bad sample and she was little (if any?) better. He couldn't even live with his
favorite brother John! I think his ignorant old mother with her pipe was the best of the lot;
think I could have liked her—I shall like to know C. by & by to see what
he is like in the next world but I never expect to care much about him!
Correspondent:
Richard Maurice Bucke (1837–1902) was a
Canadian physician and psychiatrist who grew close to Whitman after reading Leaves of Grass in 1867 (and later memorizing it) and
meeting the poet in Camden a decade later. Even before meeting Whitman, Bucke
claimed in 1872 that a reading of Leaves of Grass led him
to experience "cosmic consciousness" and an overwhelming sense of epiphany.
Bucke became the poet's first biographer with Walt
Whitman (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1883), and he later served as one
of his medical advisors and literary executors. For more on the relationship of
Bucke and Whitman, see Howard Nelson, "Bucke, Richard Maurice," Walt Whitman: An
Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New York:
Garland Publishing, 1998).