This is a sacred day for me—a day replete with sweet & tender associations; for it is the Anniversary of the Day when I first saw you face to face, took you by the hand, sat & talked with you—a day for ever memorable to me as one of the three supremely Happy Days in my life. These are:—
'Tis only a year since I first made your acquaintance; but what a year it has been for me! How rich, how full of soul-life! Only a year! And yet I seem to have known you all my life!
I have thought much of you today & my heart has gone out with a great longing yearning to be with you & near you & to bathe myself in the sweet aroma of your personal presence.
I had hoped to have another association connected with this memorable Day viz:—to meet; Dr Bucke1 but unfortunately we learn that the Britannic will not arrive at Liverpool until the evening of the 16th or the loc.02496.003_large.jpg morning of the 17th.2 So that we shall probably have our "College meeting"3 on the 17th.
Having an hour at liberty this afternoon I escaped to my little woodland haunt (in Raikes wood) where I draft this letter, surrounded by waving, rustling trees, the songs of birds the humming of bees, the long slender grasses The flowering umbelliferous plants, the pretty wild flowers upon which at this moment the sun is shining & lighting up the recesses of the sloping bank covered with its "sight-refreshing green."4
This morning I read a short letter from your friend Talcott Williams5 acknowledging rect of the facsimile letter. He tells me that you were then "pretty well"
I also recd a good letter (photo's not recd yet) from H L T6 in loc.02496.004_large.jpg wh: he says that encouragement is your guest & that on the whole you have spent better days with cheerier converse since than before the dinner7 & that the weather is in your favour. As I cannot write to him now wd you please kindly thank him for the letter?
We are indeed delighted to hear such favourable accounts of you & we cordially hope that you will not only maintain your ground but gain fresh strength.
As I write this a thrush pipes near me & seems to say:—"Walt! Walt! Walt!" "God bless him! God bless him! God bless him!" "Good cheer! Good cheer! Good cheer!" "Give him my love! Give him my love!"
Yes little birdie; I will send him your loving message, along with my own.
"So long," friend of friends from Yours affectionately J JohnstonCorrespondent:
Dr. John Johnston (1852–1927)
of Annan, Dumfriesshire, Scotland, was a physician, photographer, and avid
cyclist. Johnston was trained in Edinburgh and served as a hospital surgeon in
West Bromwich for two years before moving to Bolton, England, in 1876. Johnston
worked as a general practitioner in Bolton and as an instructor of ambulance
classes for the Lancashire and Yorkshire Railways. He served at Whalley Military
Hospital during World War I and became Medical Superintendent of Townley's
Hospital in 1917 (John Anson, "Bolton's Illustrious Doctor Johnston—a man
of many talents," Bolton News [March 28, 2021]; Paul
Salveson, Moorlands, Memories, and Reflections: A Centenary
Celebration of Allen Clarke's Moorlands and Memories [Lancashire
Loominary, 2020]). Johnston, along with the architect James W. Wallace, founded
the "Bolton College" of English admirers of the poet. Johnston and Wallace
corresponded with Whitman and with Horace Traubel and other members of the
Whitman circle in the United States, and they separately visited the poet and
published memoirs of their trips in John Johnston and James William Wallace, Visits to Walt Whitman in 1890–1891 by Two Lancashire
Friends (London: Allen and Unwin, 1917). For more information on
Johnston, see Larry D. Griffin, "Johnston, Dr. John (1852–1927)," Walt
Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New
York: Garland Publishing, 1998).