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  see notes July 6 & 9 1888 My dear Mr Whitman,

Thank you for the kind thought which sent me the newspaper containing good news of your health. It concerns me & others here very much. A few days before the paper came I had heard for the first time—through a friend in Italy—a report unauthenticated that you were very seriously ill. The paragraph in the newspaper was therefore a relief as well as a sorrow. One's feeling about such apparent evil I find is very much controlled by the nature of the person to whom it befalls. Over & under all feeling which the fact of your illness produces lies the one feeling (which the growth of my own way of thinking together with your poems, & other causes have made very real & strong)—that for some persons, & for you among such persons, casual misfortune or calamity is not a supreme affair. We give our grief to you with the reserve that after all Walt Whitman has not been   really laid hold of by chance & change—that after all he eludes them & remains altogether untouched. And if I should happen to live longer than you I believe I should have the same conviction about what death could do to you. (Other persons seem like pathetic little flowers who have no title to permanance of being—but such an aristocratic theory of the ownership of a future life ought rather to be addressed to Goethe, than to you, whose faith is larger & more charitable)—

The best piece of the news about you is that you are likely to be strong again, & to continue your work. I trust that may be so, & rely a good deal on your previous health & vigour, & on the fact that you are   not of an age which ought to discourage hope of full recovery. We had been looking forward with very strong satisfaction towards seeing you over among us this year. That I suppose cannot now be expected: but it may come to be a fact at some later time. One thing I will ask—that occasionally some friend, if not yourself, would let me hear of your health—a line of writing would be enough. I think Mr. Burroughs would be willing to take the trouble; (& he would add to my gain if he would mention to me the name of anything you may have published since "Democratic Vistas." I think I saw some small collection of poems mentioned as having appeared at New York).

 

My wife joins with mine her love & both go to you together. We are well. I have taken to an attempt at the making of poems since twelve months. It has always seemed to me more my proper work than prose, but if a sufficient experiment proves the reverse I shall return in a business-like fashion to prose—I mean to go on quietly, & not print any poems for three or four years at soonest. I have just written an article on Victor Hugo's poetry; &, when it is printed, I will send it to you. There is much in common between Victor Hugo & you, but if I had to choose between "Leaves of Grass" & "La Légende des Siècles," I should have not a moment's hesitation in throwing away "La Légende." There is a certain air of self-conscious beauty or sublimity in the attitude which Victor Hugo's   soul assumes, that greatly impairs their effect with me. The poems, or many of them, are not thoroughly simple—there is something manufactured in them—they do not adhere & cling quite close, & become an invisible part of the reader. (But I must stop this).

I think within twelve months of publishing a volume of essays, & intend to include the Westminster one on your poems—(I shall remove from it one or two expressions which may have done you wrong with some readers, & which on that account I regret). It happens that several of the essays will be concerned with democratic or republican leaders—V. Hugo—Edgar Quinet—Lamennais—Landor—Milton—Whitman,

 

Please before very long, if it is convenient, let me somehow hear of your health.

And dear friend believe me Always affectionately yours, Edward Dowden.