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Title: [Review of Leaves of Grass (1856)]

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Date: January 3, 1857

Whitman Archive ID: anc.00233

Source: The Harvard Magazine 3 (3 January 1857): 40-1. The electronic text for this file was prepared by Whitman Archive staff, who transcribed the text from a representation of the original (e.g., digital scan or other electronic reproduction, microfilm copy). For a description of the editorial rationale behind our treatment of the reviews, see our statement of editorial policy.

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Leaves of Grass. Second edition Brooklyn, N. Y. 1856. 16mo. pp. 384.

THERE is something wholesome, fresh, invigorating, in this book, and we like it. Now that almost every one has passed his gibe on it,—that the same sapient critics have called its author idiot, sensualist, madman,—that the outraged Cautious Elderly maiden of cerulean stock has held up her finger and cried, “O fie!”—we acknowledge our partiality very diffidently. Yet we left our “good clothes” in town, and we will roll in the jolly, long Timothy, in spite of the crabbed farmer who just holloed, “Come out of that grass!” It is good, because it is a true thing; freely sprouting right and left, not closely mowed like most of the very proper lawn plots that meet with approval. It is good because it shows that the American mind does not become callous, with all its closeness of attention to, and skill in, type-cases, jack-planes, and sledge-hammers; that the vigor and life of the “roughs” who fight our battles, break in our wild country, yell around the ballot-box, and cheer or hiss as they please, is by no means dead. It is good because it reminds us that education is only an instrument, after all, often overvalued,—a fact liberally educated men practically forget in their contemptuous reception of any native outbursts of genius. Not to sneer at education at all, it is wholesome to have the “mortar-board” knocked over the collegiate eyes occasionally. Somebody says Walt Whitman is a gesticulating satyr, and don’t see anything here but rank witch-grass, fit for the furnace. The book is of “healthy” tone and expression sometimes, but where is the harm? Is it squeamishness or something worse that, in our day, kicks our plain-spoken friend out doors, and has not a word against smooth-spoken vice in broadcloth, which does n’t shock us with plain words? Influence is of no account; but a few objectionable phrases ought to burn a book. Strip off the rag!


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