To add to the horrors of those days, a number of the wounded lads went crazy; and at last the strain became so manifestly too much for his failing vitality, that his friends and the doctors bade him go North for a time. But he hung on still; hoping, like Grant, for the war to end with the summer, and writing to his mother that he cannot bear to leave and be absent if George should be hit and brought into Washington.[415] However, with midsummer upon him and its deadly heat, he became really ill, and had to relinquish his post. For nearly six months he remained restlessly at home. Whitman never fully recovered. We may perhaps be surprised at this, and wonder that he should have broken down, even under the circumstances. Was he not in such relations with the Universal Life that he should daily have been able to replenish the storehouse of his physical and emotional forces? He was no spendthrift, and husbanded them as well as he might, knowing their value; and doubtless he asked himself this very question many a time. Doubtless, too, he was confident, at least during the earlier months, that after the strain was over his resilient nature would regain its normal tone. But on the other hand, he had volunteered for a service to whose claims he was ready to respond to the uttermost farthing.[416] Where others gave their lives, who was he to hold back anything of his? The soul, one may say, never gives more than it can afford; for the soul is divinely prudent, and knows the worthlessness of such a gift. And giving with that prudence, it never seeks repayment; what it gives, it gives. But the body, even at its best, is not as the soul. And when the soul gives the vital and emotional forces of its body to invigorate other bodies, it may give more of these, and more continuously, than the body can replace. And so it was with Whitman. He gave, and I think he gave deliberately, for he was an extraordinarily deliberate man, that for which he cared far more than life; he gave his health to the friends, the strangers, whom he loved; and thus his "spiritualised body"[417] found its use. FOOTNOTES: [359] _Wound-Dresser_, 53. [360] _Comp. Prose_, 511, 512; Howells, _op. cit._ [361] _Comp. Prose_, 518, 519; MSS. Traubel. [362] See _infra_, 227. [363] See _infra_, 236. [364] _Wound-Dresser_, 128; Bucke, 39, 40. [365] Bucke, 12. [366] _Wound-Dresser_, 133. [367] Calamus, 23, 24, etc. [368] Bucke, 99. [369] _Ib._, 37. [370] _Wound-Dresser_, 52. [371] _Wound-Dresser_, 133. [372] _Ib._, 64, etc. [373] Trowbridge, _op. cit._ [374] _Wound-Dresser_, 66. [375] _Ib._, 84. [376] _Wound-Dresser_, 98. [377] _Ib._, iii. [378] S. D. Wyeth's _The Federal City_, 1868. [379] _Comp. Prose_, 40, 41. [380] J. S. Wheelock's _The Boys in White_, 1870. [381] _Wound-Dresser_, 7. [382] Bucke, 37. [383] _Wound-Dresser_, 28. [384] _Comp. Prose_, 32. [385] _In re_, 391. [386] _Wound-Dresser_, 8, 89, 113; Bucke, 36. [387] _Wound-Dresser_, 14.