It has vexed me that a letter1 I lately intended for you, was ad. on the outside to you or "nearest friend" at Washington. The answer was (as I take it) kind and romantic or poetical enough to be from the most "electric" and beneficent poet I have ever read after. ☛ A copy of the "Graphic"2 of Nov. /73, with engraving of that worshipful face, with some writer's estimation of your works, and the publisher's remarks—this much marked with pencil "laid up, lame and unfit loc_tb.00728.jpg for work at Camden N.J."
This I suppose that "nearest friend" or yourself intended as answer to my inquiry whether you were reduced to "distress", (pecuniary,) as the paper "Hearth and Home" about last of July hinted, by discharge from government employment.3 I thought "is it possible that this wonderful and all-deserving man's profits from his literary work will not support him in comfort?"
Also I thought if your work was too great and good for a shallow world to appreciate and begin to pay for, I should ☛ loc_tb.00730.jpg "know the reason why".
Walt! I am a poor man; and myself, wife, and six children,4 live on an income of about three hundred rarely approaching 400 dollars a year, about half made by our labor in the cotton field, and pay one fifth for state and county Taxes; also I do not believe in "immortality" except for you, was once (by inheritance) a slaveholding youthful "patriarch", carried a gun in the Rebellion,5 and was promoted for the daring courage which conscious integrity gave, to the "stretcher" service, but if you—Walt—are loc_tb.00732.jpg about to "go down", I say "by God" you shall not without an effort on my part to make it some easier. I have written a good deal of droll, amusing rhymes—not published. But "rhymers pass away" (as I want them to do)—I think I can sell books for you—giving you all the profits—as I am a most eloquent reader, and could "canvass well. But if your need is urgent, real, and immediate, I can spare you something of the small store of capital that is helping me in loc_tb.00733.jpg my strangely premature decline.
I am 42, and "gray as a rat", but the WAR "toughened and hardened" me, (while reducing my inherited fortune from ten to three thousand,) and I do, and appear able to do more work than when I was 20 to 30 yrs
Thank you also for "blowing more grit" in me. (I forgot to send a stamp with my former). ☛ Whatever betides, let Walt, or give some good boy the gold dollar I send, to report occasionally whether my idol still lives and how he fares. Bulletins or cards.
loc_tb.00734.jpgWalt! Are you Orthodox or Universalist? I am Materialist of late.
I wish you knew me. I am going to get "Burroughs'6 Notes"7 and try to know you all I can you interest me—So much grand poetry nearly kills me with the pain of delight
I almost never correspond in writing with any relative or friend, but now I am bewitched if philosophy can ever "dream" of such
John Newton Johnson Sane, cold, and calculatingPost-script My family Physician8 quite lately borrowed from me, all my money except 2 10 ct scrips, 1 gold dollar, and 8 silver quarters, which I bought to pay my (small) children for special and surprising industry in picking cotton last fall.9
Correspondent:
John Newton Johnson
(1832–1904) was a colorful and eccentric self-styled philosopher from
rural Alabama. There are about thirty letters from Johnson in the Charles E.
Feinberg Collection of the Papers of Walt Whitman, 1839–1919 (Library of
Congress, Washington, D.C.), but unfortunately there are no replies extant,
although Whitman wrote frequently for a period of approximately fifteen years.
When Johnson wrote for the first time on August 13,
1874. He informed Whitman that during the past summer he had bought Leaves of Grass
and, after a momentary suspicion that the bookseller should be "hung for swindling," he discovered the mystery of
Whitman's verse, and "I assure you I was soon 'cavorting' round and asserting
that the $3 book was worth $50 if it could not be replaced, (Now
Laugh)." He offered either to sell Whitman's poetry and turn over to him all
profits or to lend him money. On October 7, 1874,
after describing Guntersville, Alabama, a town near his farm from which he often
mailed his letters to Whitman, he commented: "Orthodoxy flourishes with the usual lack of
flowers or fruit." See
also Charles N. Elliot, Walt Whitman as Man, Poet and
Friend (Boston: R. G. Badger, 1915), 125–130.