SPECIMEN DAYS IN AMERICA, LONDON EDITION, JUNE, 1887. PREFACE TO THE READER IN THE BRITISH ISLANDS.
IF you will only take the following pages, as you do some long and gossippy letter written for you by a relative or friend traveling through distant scenes and incidents, and jotting them down lazily and informally, but ever veraciously (with occasional diversions of critical thought about somebody or something,) it might remove all formal or literary impediments at once, and bring you and me close together in the spirit in which the jottings were collated to be read. You have had, and have, plenty of public events and facts and general statistics of America;in the following book is a common individual New World private life, its birth and growth, its struggles for a living, its goings and comings and observations (or representative portions of them) amid the United States of America the last thirty or forty years, with their varied war and peace, their local coloring, the unavoidable egotism, and the lights and shades and sights and joys and pains and sympathies common to humanity. Further introductory light may be found in the paragraph, A Happy Hours Command, and the bottom note belonging to it, at the beginning of the book. I have said in the text that if I were required to give good reason-for-being of Specimen Days, I should be unable to do so. Let me fondly hope that it has at least the reason and excuse of such off-hand gossippy letter as just alluded to, portraying American life-sights and incidents as they actually occurredtheir presentation, making additions as far as it goes, to the simple experience and association of your soul, from a comrade soul;and that also, in the volume, as below any page of mine, anywhere, ever remains, for seen or unseen basis, phrase, GOOD-WILL BETWEEN THE COMMON PEOPLE OF ALL NATIONS.
ADDITIONAL NOTE, 1887, TO ENGLISH EDITION SPECIMEN DAYS.
As I write these lines I still continue living in Camden, New Jersey, America. Coming this way from Washington City, on my road to the sea-shore (and a temporary rest, as I supposed) in the early summer of 1873, I broke down disabled, and have dwelt here, as my central residence, all the time sincealmost 14 years. In the preceding pages I have described how, during those years, I partially recuperated (in 1876) from my worst paralysis by going down to Timber Creek, living close to Nature, and domiciling with my dear friends, George and Susan Stafford. From 1877 or 8 to 83 or 4 I was well enough to travel around, considerablyjourneyd westward to Kansas, leisurely exploring the Prairies, and on to Denver and the Rocky Mountains; another time north to Canada, where I spent most of the summer with my friend Dr. Bucke, and jaunted along the great lakes, and the St. Lawrence and Saguenay rivers; another time to Boston, to properly print the final edition of my poems (I was there over two months, and had a good time.) I have so brought out the completed Leaves of Grass during this period; also Specimen Days, of which the foregoing is a transcript; collected and re-edited the Democratic Vistas cluster (see companion volume to the present)commemorated Abraham Lincolns death, on the successive anniversaries of its occurrence, by delivering my lecture on it ten or twelve times; and put in, through many a month and season, the aimless and resultless ways of most human lives.
Thus the last 14 years have passd. At present (end-days of March, 1887I am nigh entering my 69th year) I find myself continuing on here, quite dilapidated and even wreckd bodily from the paralysis, &c.but in good heart (to use a Long Island country phrase,) and with about the same mentality as ever. The worst of it is, I have been growing feebler quite rapidly for a year, and now cant walk aroundhardly from one room to the next. I am forced to stay in-doors and in my big chair nearly all the time. We have had a sharp, dreary winter too, and it has pinchd me. I am alone most of the time; every week, indeed almost every day, write somereminiscences, essays, sketches, for the magazines; and read, or rather I should say dawdle over books and papers a good dealspend half the day at that.
Nor can I finish this note without putting on recordwafting over sea from hencemy deepest thanks to certain friends and helpers (I would specify them all and each by name, but imperative reasons, outside of my own wishes, forbid,) in the British Islands, as well as in America. Dear, even in the abstract, is such flattering unction always no doubt to the soul! Nigher still, if possible, I myself have been, and am to-day indebted to such help for my very sustenance, clothing, shelter, and continuity. And I would not go to the grave without briefly, but plainly, as I here do, acknowledgingmay I not say even glorying in it?
PREFACE TO DEMOCRATIC VISTAS WITH OTHER PAPERS.ENGLISH EDITION.
MAINLY I think I should base the request to weigh the following pages on the assumption that they present, however indirectly, some views of the West and Modern, or of a distinctly western and modern (American) tendency, about certain matters.
Then, too, the pages include (by attempting to illustrate it,) a theory herein immediately mentioned. For another and different point of the issue, the Enlightenment, Democracy and Fair-show of the bulk, the common people of America (from sources representing not only the British Islands, but all the world,) means, at least, eligibility to Enlightenment, Democracy and Fair-show for the bulk, the common people of all civilized nations.
I say, too, we1 are not to look so much to changes, ameliorations, and adaptations in Politics as to those of Literature and (thence) domestic Sociology. I have accordingly in the following melange introduced many themes besides political ones.
Several of the pieces are ostensibly in explanation of my own writings; but in that very process they best include and set forth their side of principles and generalities pressing vehemently for consideration our age.
I think Literaturea new, superb, democratic literatureis to be the medicine and lever, and (with Art) the chief influence in modern civilization. I have myself not so much made a dead set at this theory, or attempted to present it directly, as admitted it to color and sometimes dominate what I had to say. In both Europe and America we have serried phalanxes who promulge and defend the political claims: I go for an equal force to uphold the other.