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[We are permitted to extract the following beautiful sketch from a forthcoming novel, to be published next week at the New World office, called "FRANKLIN EVANS, the Inebriate." It is written by Mr. Whitman, an author whose eloquent pen is in this work devoted to a most worthy cause—the cause of Temperance.]2

* * * Mr. Marchion expressed his wonder at the strange and almost miraculous manner in which some persons, who appeared in the very deepest depth of the mire, would become reformed. A little trivial incident—an ordinary occurrence which seemed not worth the importance of a thought—would sometimes change the whole conduct of their wicked conduct, and present them to the world regenerated, and disenthralled. One instance, he said, had come to his knowledge in former times: which, if I felt disposed to hear it, he would relate.

I expressed my desire at the suggestion, and he commenced his narrative:3

"Lift up!" was ejaculated as a signal—and click! went the glasses in the hands of a party of tipsey men, drinking one night at the bar of one of the middling order of taverns.4 And many a wild gibe was uttered, and many a terrible blasphemy, and many an impure phrase sounded out the pollution of the hearts of those half crazed creatures, as they tossed down their liquor, and made the walls echo with their uproar. The first and foremost in recklessness was a girlish-faced, fair-haired fellow of twenty-two or three years. They called him Mike. He seemed to be looked upon by the others as a sort of prompter, from whom they were to take cue. And if the brazen wickedness evinced by him in a hundred freaks and remarks to his companions, during their stay in that place, were any test of his capacity—there might be hardly one more fit to go forward as a guide on the road to destruction.

From the conversation of the party, it appeared that they had been spending the earlier part of the evening in a gambling house.5 The incidents spoken of as having occurred, and the conduct of Mike and his associates there, are not sufficiently tempting to be narrated.

A second, third and fourth time were the glasses filled, and the effect thereof began to be perceived in a still higher degree of noise and loquacity among the revellers. One of the serving-men came in at this moment, and whispered the bar-keeper, who went out, and in a moment returned again.

"A person," he said, "wished to speak with Mr. Michael. He waited on the walk in front."

The individual whose name was mentioned, made his excuse to the others, telling them he would be back in a moment, and left the room.—He had hardly shut the door behind him, and stepped into the open air, when he saw one of his brothers—his elder by eight or ten years—pacing to and fro with rapid and uneven steps. As the man turned in his walk, and the glare of the street lamp fell upon his face, the youth, half-benumbed as his own senses were, was somewhat startled at its paleness and perturbation.

"Come with me," said the elder brother, hurriedly, "the illness of our little Jane is worse, and I have been sent for you."6

"Poh!" answered the young drunkard, very composedly, "is that all? I shall be home by-and-by."

And he turned to go back again.

"But brother, she is worse than ever before. Perhaps when you arrive she may be dead."

The tipsy one paused in his retreat, perhaps alarmed at the utterance of that dread word, which seldom fails to shoot a chill to the hearts of mortals. But he soon calmed himself, and waving his hand to the other:

"Why, see," said he, "a score of times, at least, have I been called away to the last sickness of our good little sister; and each time, it proves to be nothing worse than some whim of the nurse or the physician. Three years has the girl been able to live very heartily under her disease; and I'll be bound she'll stay on earth three years longer."

And as he concluded this wicked and most brutal reply, the speaker opened the door and went into the bar-room. But in his intoxication, during the hour that followed, Mike was far from being at ease. At the end of that hour, the words "perhaps when you arrive she may be dead," were not effaced from his hearing yet, and he started for home. The elder brother had wended his way back in sorrow.

Let me go before the younger one, awhile, to a room in that home. A little girl lay there dying. She was quite rational.7 She had been ill a long time; so it was no sudden thing for her parents, and her brethren and sisters, to be called for the solemn witness of the death agony.

The girl was not what might be called beautiful. And yet, there is a solemn kind of loveliness that always surrounds a sick child. The sympathy for the weak and helpless sufferer, perhaps, increases it in our ideas. The ashiness, and the moisture on the brow, and the film over the eye-balls—what man can look upon the sight and not feel his heart awed within him? Children, I have sometimes fancied too, increase in beauty as their illness deepens. The angels, it may be, are already vesting them with the garments they shall wear in the Pleasant Land.8

Beside the nearest relatives of little Jane, standing round her bedside, was the family doctor. He had just laid her wrist down upon the coverlid, and the look he gave the mother, was a look in which there was no hope.

"My child!" she cried, in uncontrollable agony, "my child! you die!"

And the father, and the sons and daughters, were bowed down in grief, and thick tears rippled between the fingers held before their eyes.9

Then there was silence awhile. During the hour just by-gone Jane had, in her childish way, bestowed a little gift upon each of her kindred, as a remembrance, when she should be dead and buried in the grave. And there was one of these simple tokens which had not reached its destination. She held it in her hand now. It was a very small, much-thumbed—a religious story for infadts, given her by her mother when she had first learned to read.

While they were all keeping this solemn stillness—broken only by the suppressed sobs of those who stood and watched for the passing away of the girl's soul—a confusion of some one entering rudely and speaking in a turbulent voice, was heard in the adjoining apartment. Again the voice roughly sounded out; it was the voice of the drunkard Mike, and the father bade one of his sons go and quiet the intruder.

"If nought else will do," said he sternly, "put him forth by strength. We want no tipsy brawlers here, to disturb such a scene as this!"10

For what moved the sick girl thus uneasily on her pillow, and raised her neck, and motioned to her mother? She would that Mike should be brought to her side. And it was enjoined on him whom the father had bade to eject the noisy one, that he should tell Mike his sister's request, and beg him to come to her.

He came. The inebriate—his mind sobered by the deep solemnity of the scene—stood there, and leaned over to catch the last accents of one who, in ten minutes more, was to be with the spirits of heaven.

All was the silence of deepest night. The dying child held the young man's hand in one of hers; with the other, she slowly lifted the trifling memorial she had assigned especially for him, aloft in the air. Her arm shook—her eyes, now becoming glassy with the death-damps, were cast toward her brother's face.11 She smiled pleasantly, and as an indistinct gurgle came from her throat, the uplifted hand fell suddenly into the open palm of her brother's, depositing the tiny volume there. Little Jane was dead.12

From that night, the young man stepped no more in his wild courses, but was reformed.

When Mr. Marchion concluded his narrative, we sat some minutes in silence. I thought I noticed even more than usual interest concerning it, as he had drawn to its crisis—and I more half suspected he was himself the young man, whose reform had been brought about by the child's death. I was right. He acknowledged in answer to my questioning, that he had indeed been relating a story, the hero of which was himself.13


1. This tale has a unique and complex publication history. This recently discovered version of the story is the earliest known printing. The week after this version appeared in the Sun, "The Reformed" was published as part of Chapter XIV of Whitman's temperance novel Franklin Evans; or, the Inebriate. A Tale of the Times. The story was then reprinted under a new title, "Little Jane," in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle on December 7, 1846, while Whitman was editing that paper. Whitman kept this title later when he published the story again in the "Pieces in Early Youth" section of Specimen Days & Collect (Philadelphia: Rees Welsh & Co., 1882), 369–370. "Pieces in Early Youth" was also reprinted in Whitman's Complete Prose Works (1892): see "Little Jane." Several of the revisions to the story for publication in the Eagle and in Collect are recorded in our footnotes below. For a complete list of revisions to the language of the Franklin Evans version of the story that were made or authorized by Whitman for publication in the Eagle and Collect, see Thomas L. Brasher, ed., The Collected Writings of Walt Whitman: The Early Poems and the Fiction (New York: New York University Press, 1963), 309–318. For a publication history of the story under its earliest known title, see "About 'The Reformed.'" For a publication history of the story under its later title, see "About 'Little Jane.'" [back]

2. By printing "The Reformed" a week before the publication of Whitman's temperance novel Franklin Evans; or, the Inebriate. A Tale of the Times, The New York Sun offered readers a preview of the novel. [back]

3. Both this original printing and the Franklin Evans text frame the story with this paragraph and the preceeding one, explaining that Mr. Marchion is the narrator. When "The Reformed" was reprinted with the title "Little Jane" on December 7, 1846, in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle and, later, in the "Pieces in Early Youth" section of Specimen Days and Collect (1882), these two paragraphs of narrative framing were omitted. [back]

4. Here, "tipsey" is used to describe men who have been consuming alcohol at the tavern and are beginning to feel its effects. A tavern is a place of business where customers can purchase alcoholic beverages, as well as food. It was sometimes possible for travelers to obtain lodging at such establishments. Taverns, barrooms, and similar drinking establishments feature prominently in Franklin Evans and in several of Whitman's other short stories, including "The Child's Champion," "Wild Frank's Return," "The Madman," and "The Love of the Four Students." [back]

5. This sentence is part of the preceding paragraph, and the sentence that follows was omitted when the story was reprinted as "Little Jane" in both the Eagle and Collect. [back]

6. When Whitman revised "The Reformed" for publication in the Eagle, he gave the story the new title of "Little Jane," which is how Mike's older brother refers to their sister here. [back]

7. This sentence is omitted in the Collect version of "Little Jane." [back]

8. This sentence is omitted in the Collect version of "Little Jane." The last three sentences of this paragraph, beginning "The ashiness, and the moisture on the brow, and the film over the eye-balls," first appeared, with minor differences, in "Reuben's Last Wish," a short story that had been published in the New York Washingtonian on May 21, 1842. [back]

9. This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," also first appeared, with minor differences, in "Reuben's Last Wish." [back]

10. A tipsy brawler is a drunken young man whose intoxicated state makes him more likely to engage in fights or physical violence. [back]

11. The "death-damps" refer to a cold sweat that precedes death. [back]

12. This paragraph is very similar to a paragraph that first appeared near the conclusion of "Reuben's Last Wish." [back]

13. Mr. Marchion's narrative of his conversion from a tipsy brawler to a sober and reformed youth was similar to those shared at "experience meetings." Meetings in which speakers described their conversion experiences were an important part of the Washington temperance societies' approach to persuading drinkers to sign a pledge in which they promised to stop drinking and commit themselves to the temperance cause. Whitman was especially interested in the Washingtonian temperance movement, which was popular in New York at the time he wrote "The Reformed," Franklin Evans, and "Reuben's Last Wish." For further information on Whitman and the Washingtonian temperance movement, see Jennifer A. Hynes, "Temperance Movement," in Walt Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J. R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings (New York: Garland Publishing, Inc., 1998), 709–710. For a more detailed account of Whitman's interest in the Washingtonian temperance movement and its impact on Franklin Evans, see Stephanie Blalock and Nicole Gray, "Introduction to Franklin Evans and 'Fortunes of a Country-Boy.'" [back]

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