Letter from Peter McArthur to R. H. Hathaway, December 10, 1921


Author: McArthur, Peter, 1866-1924.

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Letter from Peter McArthur to R. H. Hathaway, December 10, 1921


Author: Peter McArthur


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The Rufus Hathaway Collection of Canadian literature


Recipient: R. H. Hathaway.

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1921-12-10
English nonfiction; prose masculine Special Collections McArthur, Peter, 1866-1924 -- Correspondence Hathaway, R. H. (Rufus Hawtin), 1869-1933 -- Correspondence LCSH

Letter from Peter McArthur to R. H. Hathaway, December 10, 1921


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Appin,
Dec. 10th, 1921.
Dear Hathaway:

I shall enclose a copy of the “Chant of Hammonism”
that I told you about. I trust it will not make you grieve too
much.

I feel that I was somewhat discourteous to you after you
had invited me to that lecture — but I was not in the mood for a
lecture. And the people who were there reminded me of
Words —
worth's “party in a parlor.” You no doubt remember how
“By their faces you can see,
All silent and all damned.”

I am afraid that I must do some lecturing this winter but
you may be sure that nothing but financial necessity would make me
do it.

I haven't heard from
Carman since he closed his tour in

victoria. But the press clippings show that it was a triumph
right across the prairies.

Am now blowing off excess steam in hexameters, clebrating
the lumbermen and axemen whom I knew in my youth.

Glorious ruffians, bearded and muscular, scorning all softness,

Gorging and drinking and roaring with loud-voiced mirth
in their taverns.

If all goes well I may hurl a volume into the ring
some time this winter.

As ever,
Peter McArthur