Boston, Dec. 18 PM
Sweetheart, I wrote you this morning, & dated the letter [ yesterday. So] you must never pay any attention to my dates—they are hardly ever right.1
I have a letter from Mrs. Barstow in which she says Joe Goodman has gone to New York & will go from there to Elmira. She does not mention Joe’s wife—& so Mrs. G. is not with him. I am glad.
I have no doubt Joe has already gone to Elmira, but I do not know whether he has or not, & so I hardly know how to get an invitation to him to send his card to your home. I must think up some way of managing it.2
And right away I will write to the Alta for those two letters for my darling. I will not neglect it longer, Livy dear.3
19th—I haven’t anything to write, to-day, except that I love you Livy—nothing to write but that——except that my breast is better, nearly well, in fact, the soreness in my throat is gone, & amounted to nothing in the first place—I have staid in my room all day long & think I shall be entirely ready for the stump again to-morrow night.
Last night I went to bed at 8 o’clock, & Gov. Hawley came in shortly after (we were at the “Burd dinner” during the afternoon)4 & sat reading till a late hour, & [ them then] Lyman Beecher came in & I made him stay till 1 o’clock, for I had gone to bed to rest & read, not sleep. Lyman’s mother is at the point of death.5
Kittie Barstow wants me to write to some of the Senators to get a place in the Treasury clerkships for her well-meaning but useless husband—& I shall do it, though it is fearfully disagreeable to help to make one’s government a [poorhouse] for idle & worthless people like Billy Barstow. I shall ask the favor as a kindness to his wife, & not as a recognition of any sort of merit in him.6
Goodbye, my idol, & God bless you & protect you. I shall see you once more, twelve days from now.
Sam.
[in ink:] Miss Olivia L. Langdon | Elmira | N. Y. [postmarked:] [boston mass. ]dec. [20.] 3 a.m. [docketed by OLL:] [158th | 159th] 18th Dec 7
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
I plainly see, now, why Joe Goodman gradually lost all interest in
his poetry (he was a born poet) & finally lost all
ambition in that direction & ceased to write. The one
whose applause would have been dearer to him & more
potent than that of all the world beside, could not help him, or
encourage him or spur him, because she was far below his
intellectual level & could not appreciate the work of his
brain or feel an interest in it. When I told him you took care of my
sketches for me & listened with a lively interest to any
manuscript of mine before it was printed, he dropped an unconscious
remark that was so full of pathos—so fraught with
“It might have been”—that my heart
ached for him. He could have been so honored
of men, & so loved by all who for whom poetry
has a charm, but for the dead weight o & clog
of a wife upon his winged genius, of a wife whose
soul could have no companionship save with the things of the dull
earth. (10 Jan 70 to OLL [2nd of 2], CU-MARK, published in part in MFMT, 209–10) (“For Europe,” Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, 2 Dec 69, 2; 21 Dec 69 to OLL; Goodman, 5.)
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L3, 431–433; LLMT, 360, brief paraphrase.
Provenance:see Samossoud Collection, p. 586.
Emendations and textual notes:
yesterday. So • yesterday.— |So
them then • themn
poorhouse • poor- |house
boston mass. • [] oston [mass]. [badly inked]
20. • [2]0. [badly inked]
158th | 159th • 1589 th | 159th [revision rewritten for clarity]