Years have gone past since I have seen that face of my friend dear Walt. Whitman.
And not hearing from him his memory had almost gone out.
But to day I found a review from the German[no handwritten text supplied here]in the New. Eclectic Magazine.3 Entitled Walt. Whitman4 And memories of Washington life came thronging back
I am at School, where I have been for a year past. This ensuing winter I shall teach. in a small town in the state New. York probaly
Hoping that I may again hear from you I am respectfully &c Byron Sutherland Sept 12.th 1868 Edinboro Erie Co. Penna. loc_gt.00252_large.jpg Byron Sutherland loc_gt.00249_large.jpg Byron Sutherland Sept 12 '68 ans. enclosed loc_gt.00250_large.jpgCorrespondent:
Noah Byron Sutherland (1846–1915?) was
born in New York; he was the son of John G. Sutherland (b. 1798), a farmer,
and Anna (Anny) Sutherland (1807–1880). Byron Sutherland was a Union soldier during the
U. S. Civil War, and he served in the 145th Pennsylvania Infantry. He met
Whitman in Washington, D. C., and the two began corresponding on August 26, 1865.
Sutherland did farm work in Pennsylvania after the Civil War, and he also
studied law and teaching (among other subjects) at the State Normal School in Erie County, Pennsylvania.
In April 1870, Sutherland was teaching in Jamestown, New York. In reply to
Whitman's request for further information about his life, the former soldier
observed on April 8, 1870: "You remember me in
1865 a green vain (?) lad of Eighteen—without, even, an imperfect knowledge
of the rudimentary English branches, I came home from Washington and applied
myself, as soon as possible, to school and to study . . . My life since we
parted that July day upon the Treasury steps, has been one of hard work and
little recreation—I find on looking back to that time, that I am not so
pure or trusting—that the world isint quite so fair and beautiful as it
seemed then—That the world is not precisely a green pasture for
unsophistocated human lambs to skip in—That I like dreaming less, and work
or excitement better—That I have lost a great deal of Ambition, and gained
a like quantity of stupidity—That I dont know nearly so much as I once
supposed I did." By 1877, Sutherland had moved to Minnesota, where he married
Sarah Raymond Brown Peck (1848–after 1915?), practiced law, and worked as a farmer.