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importance　of　the　American　citizen　so　boldly　and　freely　as　Mr。

Whitman。　　He　calls　himself　〃teacher　of　the　unquenchable　creed；

namely；　egotism。〃　　He　begins　one　of　his　chants；　〃I　celebrate　myself；〃

but　he　takes　us　all　in　as　partners　in　his　self…glorification。　　He

believes　in　America　as　the　new　Eden。



〃A　world　primal　again；vistas　of　glory　incessant　and　branching；

A　new　race　dominating　previous　ones　and　grander　far；

New　politicsnew　literature　and　religionsnew　inventions　and　arts。〃



Of　the　new　literature　be　himself　has　furnished　specimens　which

certainly　have　all　the　originality　he　can　claim　for　them。　　So　far　as

egotism　is　concerned；　he　was　clearly　anticipated　by　the　titled

personage　to　whom　I　have　referred；　who　says　of　himself；　〃I　am　the

first　in　the　East；　the　first　in　the　West；　and　the　greatest

philosopher　in　the　Western　world。〃　But　while　Mr。　Whitman　divests

himself　of　a　part　of　his　baptismal　name；　the　distinguished　New

Englander　thus　announces　his　proud　position：　〃Ime　the　first　Lord　in

the　younited　States　of　A　mercary　Now　of　Newburyport。　　it　is　the　voice

of　the　peopel　and　I　cant　Help　it。〃　　This　extract　is　from　his　famous

little　book　called　〃A　Pickle　for　the　Knowing　Ones。〃　　As　an　inventor

of　a　new　American　style　he　goes　far　beyond　Mr。　Whitman；　who；　to　be

sure；　cares　little　for　the　dictionary；　and　makes　his　own　rules　of

rhythm；　so　far　as　there　is　any　rhythm　in　his　sentences。　　But　Lord

Timothy　spells　to　suit　himself；　and　in　place　of　employing　punctuation

as　it　is　commonly　used；　prints　a　separate　page　of　periods；　colons；

semicolons；　commas；　notes　of　interrogation　and　of　admiration；　with

which　the　reader　is　requested　to　〃peper　and　soolt〃　the　book　as　he

pleases。



I　am　afraid　that　Mr。　Emerson　and　Mr。　Whitman　must　yield　the　claim　of

declaring　American　literary　independence　to　Lord　Timothy　Dexter；　who

not　only　taught　his　countrymen　that　they　need　not　go　to　the　Heralds'

College　to　authenticate　their　titles　of　nobility；　but　also　that　they

were　at　perfect　liberty　to　spell　just　as　they　liked；　and　to　write

without　troubling　themselves　about　stops　of　any　kind。　　In　writing

what　I　suppose　he　intended　for　poetry；　he　did　not　even　take　the　pains

to　break　up　his　lines　into　lengths　to　make　them　look　like　verse；　as

may　be　seen　by　the　following　specimen：



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　WONDER　OF　WONDERS！



How　great　the　soul　is！　　Do　not　you　all　wonder　and　admire　to　see　and

behold　and　hear？　　Can　you　all　believe　half　the　truth；　and　admire　to

hear　the　wonders　how　great　the　soul　isonly　beholdpast　finding

out！　Only　see　how　large　the　soul　is！　　that　if　a　man　is　drowned　in　the

sea　what　a　great　bubble　comes　up　out　of　the　top　of　the　water。。。　　The

bubble　is　the　soul。



I　confess　that　I　am　not　in　sympathy　with　some　of　the　movements　that

accompany　the　manifestations　of　American　social　and　literary

independence。　　I　do　not　like　the　assumption　of　titles　of　Lords　and

Knights　by　plain　citizens　of　a　country　which　prides　itself　on

recognizing　simple　manhood　and　womanhood　as　sufficiently　entitled　to

respect　without　these　unnecessary　additions。　　I　do　not　like　any

better　the　familiar；　and　as　it　seems　to　me　rude；　way　of　speaking　of

our　fellow…citizens　who　are　entitled　to　the　common　courtesies　of

civilized　society。　　I　never　thought　it　dignified　or　even　proper　for　a

President　of　the　United　States　to　call　himself；　or　to　be　called　by

others；　〃Frank〃　Pierce。　　In　the　first　place　I　had　to　look　in　a

biographical　dictionary　to　find　out　whether　his　baptismal　name　was

Franklin；　or　Francis；　or　simply　Frank；　for　I　think　children　are

sometimes　christened　with　this　abbreviated　name。　　But　it　is　too　much

in　the　style　of　Cowper's　unpleasant　acquaintance　：



　　　　　　　　　〃The　man　who　hails　you　Tom　or　Jack；

　　　　　　　　　　And　proves　by　thumping　on　your　back

　　　　　　　　　　How　he　esteems　your　merit。〃



I　should　not　like　to　hear　our　past　chief　magistrates　spoken　of　as

Jack　Adams　or　Jim　Madison；　and　it　would　have　been　only　as　a　political

partisan　that　I　should　have　reconciled　myself　to　〃Tom〃　Jefferson。

So；　in　spite　of　〃Ben〃　Jonson；　〃Tom〃　Moore；　and　〃Jack〃　Sheppard；　I

prefer　to　speak　of　a　fellow…citizen　already　venerable　by　his　years；

entitled　to　respect　by　useful　services　to　his　country；　and　recognized

by　many　as　the　prophet　of　a　new　poetical　dispensation；　with　the

customary　title　of　adults　rather　than　by　the　free　and　easy　school…boy

abbreviation　with　which　he　introduced　himself　many　years　ago　to　the

public。　　As　for　his　rhapsodies；　Number　Seven；　our　〃cracked　Teacup；〃

says　they　sound　to　him　like　〃fugues　played　on　a　big　organ　which　has

been　struck　by　lightning。〃　　So　far　as　concerns　literary　independence；

if　we　understand　by　that　term　the　getting　rid　of　our　subjection　to

British　criticism；　such　as　it　was　in　the　days　when　the　question　was

asked；　〃Who　reads　an　American　book？〃　we　may　consider　it　pretty　well

established。　　If　it　means　dispensing　with　punctuation；　coining　words

at　will；　self…revelation　unrestrained　by　a　sense　of　what　is　decorous；

declamations　in　which　everything　is　glorified　without　being

idealized；　〃poetry〃　in　which　the　reader　must　make　the　rhythms　which

the　poet　has　not　made　for　him；　then　I　think　we　had　better　continue

literary　colonists。　　I　shrink　from　a　lawless　independence　to　which

all　the　virile　energy　and　trampling　audacity　of　Mr。　Whitman　fail　to

reconcile　me。　　But　there　is　room　for　everybody　and　everything　in　our

huge　hemisphere。　　Young　America　is　like　a　three…year…old　colt　with

his　saddle　and　bridle　just　taken　off。　　The　first　thing　he　wants　to　do

is　to　roll。　　He　is　a　droll　object；　sprawling　in　the　grass　with　his

four　hoofs　in　the　air；　but　he　likes　it；　and　it　won't　harm　us。　　So　let

him　roll；let　him　roll



Of　all　The　Teacups　around　our　table；　Number　Five　is　the　one　who　is

the　object　of　the　greatest　interest。　　Everybody　wants　to　be　her

friend；　and　she　has　room　enough　in　her　hospitable　nature　to　find　a

place　for　every　one　who　is　worthy　of　the　privilege。　　The　difficulty

is　that　it　is　so　hard　to　be　her　friend　without　becoming　her　lover。　　I

have　said　before　that　she　turns　the　subjects　of　her　Circe…like

enchantment；　not　into　swine；　but　into　lambs。　　The　Professor　and　I

move　round　among　her　lambs；　the　docile　and　amiable　flock　that　come

and　go　at　her　bidding；　that　follow　her　footsteps；　and　are　content　to

live　in　the　sunshine　of　her　smile　and　within　reach　of　the　music　of

her　voice。　　I　like　to　get　her　away　from　their　amiable　bleatings；　I

love　to　talk　with　her　about　life；　of　which　she　has　seen　a　great　deal；

for　she　knows　what　it　is　to　be　an　idol　in　society　and　the　centre　of

her　social　circle。　　It　might　be　a　question　whether　women　or　men　most

admire　and　love　her。　　With　her　own　sex　she　is　always　helpful；

sympathizing；　tender；　charitable；　sharing　their　griefs　as　well　as

taking　part　in　their　pleasures。　　With　men　it　has　seemed　to　make

little　difference　whether　they　were　young　or　old：　all　have　found　her

the　same　sweet；　generous；　unaffected　companion；　fresh　enough　in

feeling　for　the　youngest；　deep　enough　in　the　wisdom　of　the　heart　for

the　oldest。　　She　does　not　pretend　to　be　youthful；　nor　does　she

trouble　herself　that　she　has　seen　the　roses　of　more　Junes　than　many

ofthe　younger　women　who　gather　round　her。　　She　has　not　had　to　say；



　　　　　　　　　　Comme　je　regrette

　　　　　　　　　　Mon　bras　si　dodu；



for　her　arm　has　never　lost　its　roundness；　and　her　face　is　one　of

those　that　cannot　be　cheated　of　their　charm　even　if　they　live　long

enough　to　look　upon　the　grown　up　grandchildren　of　their　coevals。



It　is　a　wonder　how　Number　Five　can　find　the　time　to　be　so　much　to　so

many　friends　of　both　sexes；　in　spite　of　the　fact　that　she　is　one　of

the　most　insatiable　of　readers。　　She　not　only　reads；　but　she

remembers；　she　not　only　remembers；　but　she　records；　for　her　own　use

and　pleasure；　and　for　the　delight　and　profit　of　those　who　are

privileged　to　look　over　her　note…books。　　Number　Five；　as　I　think　I

have　said　before；　has　not　the　ambition　to　figure　as　an　authoress。

That　she　could　write　most　agreeably　is　certain。　　I　have　seen　letters

of　hers　to　friends　which　prove　that　clearly　enough。　　Whether　she

would　find　prose　or　verse　the　most　natural　mode　of　expression　I

cannot　say；　but　I　know　she　is　passionately　fond　of　poetry；　and　I

should　not　be　surprised　if；　laid　away　among　the　pressed　pansies　and

roses　of　past　summers；　there　were　poems；　songs；　perhaps；　of　her　own；

which　she　sings　to　herself　with　her　fingers　touching　the　piano；　for

to　that　she　tells　her　secrets　in　tones　sweet　as　the　ring…dove's　call

to　her　mate。



I　am　afraid　it　may　be　suggested　that　I　am　drawing　Number　Five's

portrait　too　nearly　after　some　model　who　is　unconsciously　sitting　for

it；　but　have　n't　I　told　you　that　you　must　not　look　for　flesh　and

blood　personalities　behind　or　beneath　my　Teacups？　　I　am　not　going　to

make　these　so　lifelike　that　you　will　be　saying；　This　is　Mr。　or　Miss；

or　Mrs。　So…and…So。　　My　readers　must　remember　that　there　are　very　many

pretty；　sweet；　amiable　girls