Just a line as you have been much in my thoughts lately. The Scottish Art Review is publishing a review of November Boughs1 next month—by me—and I send you a slip.2 The winter keeps very mild here, but gloomy, and we don't see much of the sun. I suppose you find your strength waning very much, and don't reckon to be long with us now. Mr. Sharpe,3 my old harper friend that I told you of, died a few days ago—"very quiet & gentle" says his son writing to me. I hope you have not much pain dear Walt; we shall miss you so much—but you will perhaps understand more about us than we about you.
I am in London for a week or two. A friend of yours, from Belfast, who does not give his name, wants to send the enclosed 22/6 to buy you some little thing, now loc.01242.002_large.jpg you are ill. So you will accept it, won't you? Affectionate remembrances to Herbert Gilchrist4 if you see him.
—and love to yourself as always Edward CarpenterI saw Ernest Rhys5 a day or two ago
P.S. The Money Order is sent in my name.
Correspondent:
Edward Carpenter (1844–1929) was an English
writer and Whitman disciple. Like many other young disillusioned Englishmen, he
deemed Whitman a prophetic spokesman of an ideal state cemented in the bonds of
brotherhood. Carpenter—a socialist philosopher who in his book Civilisation, Its Cause and Cure posited civilization as
a "disease" with a lifespan of approximately one thousand years before human
society cured itself—became an advocate for same-sex love and a
contributing early founder of Britain's Labour Party. On July 12, 1874, he wrote for the first time to Whitman: "Because you
have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually
in my heart . . . . For you have made men to be not ashamed of the noblest
instinct of their nature." For further discussion of Carpenter, see Arnie
Kantrowitz, "Carpenter, Edward [1844–1929]," Walt Whitman:
An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New York:
Garland Publishing, 1998).