Yesterday your post-card1 & your very welcome books reached me. I spent a good part of the day over Two Rivulets,2 the Preface, & the Memoranda of the War,3 & was not far from you, I think, in feeling, however separated in place. I seem to see some gains from the illness which has grieved us. Tones & tints have passed from it into your writings which add to their comprehensiveness & their truth & tenderness. At the same time I hold to L. of G. & accept it,—taking it as a whole,—with entire satisfaction. It seems to me more for the soul, & loc.01497.002_large.jpg for things beyond physiology than you, contrasting it with your projected songs more specially for the soul, quite recognize. The non-moral parts of it, such parts as simply are the "tally" of nature are taken up into other portions of L. of G. & are spiritualized; & each part belongs to the other. In L. of G. I find a complete man, not body alone, or chiefly, but body & soul. That its direct tendency (& not alone its indirect) is to invigorate & reinforce the soul I feel assured. But in contrast to the pride & buoyancy, & resonant tones of L. of G. the tenderer, more penetrating, more mystic & withdrawn tones of Passage to India,4 & of the recent poems & prose seem to me to be a gain, as serving the same, & not other, purposes but for other moments, loc.01497.003_large.jpg other moods & natures,—& I think many of your future readers may gain an entrance to your earlier writings through your later & that for some persons this will be the fittest way—
At present I have little doubt you ought not to set yourself to any brain-work, but at the same time you ought not to think of ceasing to write, for every now & again the mood will come, & you will write something as admirable as anything you have written heretofore. Your friends here want to think of you as free from all pressure to write, & anxieties about material well-being, with your spirit open to all pleasant & good influences the Earth, & the Season, & your own thoughts bring to you. The Newspaper paragraph you sent Rossetti5 & me has made us loc.01497.004_large.jpg fear it may not be so with you, & we remain in suspense as to whether we might not make some move which would relieve us from some of this dissatisfied feeling on your behalf. Ought it not to be a duty, too, of—not the American public to recognize your gift to America as a writer but—the American Government to recognize your services, as of one who saved the lives, & lightened the sufferings of many American citizens—It would be honourable to the Government & to you. I write knowing little of the actual probability of this, but I believe in England we would be careful of such a voluntary public servant.
We are all well, my wife & children & I.6
Always affectionately yours Edward DowdenCorrespondent:
Edward Dowden (1843–1913), professor of
English literature at the University of Dublin, was one of the first to
critically appreciate Whitman's poetry, particularly abroad, and was primarily
responsible for Whitman's popularity among students in Dublin. In July 1871,
Dowden penned a glowing review of Whitman's work in the Westminster Review entitled "The Poetry of Democracy: Walt Whitman," in which Dowden described
Whitman as "a man unlike any of his predecessors. . . . Bard of America, and
Bard of democracy." In 1888, Whitman observed to Traubel: "Dowden is a book-man:
but he is also and more particularly a man-man: I guess that is where we
connect" (Horace Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden,
Sunday, June 10, 1888, 299). For more, see Philip W. Leon, "Dowden, Edward (1843–1913)," Walt Whitman: An
Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New York:
Garland Publishing, 1998).