•“Every Sunday there were half a
dozen old roosters who would come into my ward and preach
and pray and sing to us, while we were swearing to ourselves
all the time, and wishing the blamed old fools would go away.
Walt Whitman’s funny stories, and his pipes and tobaccos, were
worth more than all the preachers and tracts in Christendom.”
Morris’s The Better Angel: Walt Whitman in the Civil War (Oxford U P,