How I wish you were with us this beautiful day! It is so warm that I sit here with three windows wide open. I have a little fire in the stove, and the sun pours in full and strong. It is a perfect day, & seems more like May than November.
How are you? & is there any hope of your coming this way this winter? I have hoped you would, but I begin to despair of it, as you have not come yet, and we have not heard from you. loc_jc.00674.jpgWe have been feeling very blue at the prospect of losing Charley Eldridge.1 The Major is to be ordered to Boston, so they hear, tho they have not got their orders yet, and of course Charley goes with him. It is two weeks since they first heard a rumor of it, but I think they will go before Christmas. As soon as he told us, I thought that that lost us one more chance of seeing you, as he had asked you to stay with him at his room. How lonely we shall be with both you & Charley gone! I don't think of it any more loc_jc.00675.jpgthan I can help.
Every evening we talk of you, & wish you were here, & almost every evening we read from Leaves of Grass, read & admire. I don't believe, dear Walt, that you have in all the world, two heartier lovers & appreciators than William & Charley.
What news of your brother George? I think of him very often. How is your mother now? & are the babies well?
I presume you have seen Mr. Howells, if so you know that he has moved his family to New York.2 He has loc_jc.00676.jpga position in the Custom House, & still retains, or was to retain his room where we called on him. Ms. Wood has not come back, & the Dr. talks of leaving, if he does, I shall miss Ms. Wood, for I still hope that she will come.3
John Johnson was wounded the last of Sept. and is at home now. His arm was shot below the elbow. He come in the other day & sat an hour with me. He asked for you. He was seventeen years old yesterday, & has been in service more than a year, he is very impatient to get well & go loc_jc.00677.jpgback to his company.
We had a letter from Mr. & Mrs. Croffut, they both asked for you, you know they live in Rochester now.
Do you remember Mrs. Balch who dined with us once last spring? she & her husband are to live up stairs. We expect them this week from Boston. I was so glad to know that Mrs. Ginnaty was not to be my neighbor.
The Gwynnes live in their own house now, & I guess very much in the old way.4
I don't know any more news to tell you. Just now I am very loc_jc.00678.jpgwell, but I was quite sick soon after I got back, & thought I had lost all I had gained, but I am much better again, & find that I am very much better than I was last autumn. Jeannie is well, though she, too, has had an ill turn, she is just learning to read. I teach her every day now. William has a terrible cold just now, & sore throat, but has been very well & vigorous, as hearty as ever.
We got home very well, and had a good journey. I am glad that we had the day with you, it was some sat loc_jc.00679.jpgisfaction to see you for even so short a time.
The election passed-off well, didn't it? & I am so glad that we are to have a better Congress next time. The Woods out, & some others like them. This three months will soon go.
We feel very hopeful about Sherman, especially as this fine weather will help him so much. Do you think Grant will do any thing this fall?
The Count asks for you every time that he sees William or Charley.5 He says he wants to see you, & sends love. loc_jc.00680.jpg
We wished for you on Thanksgiving day. We had a quiet day, no one with us but Charley, he dined with us, & we all wished that you were here.
William sees Mr. Swinton sometimes, I have not seen him yet.
What about your poems? are you at work on them now? & what about publishing? have you done any thing since we came on?
Write, won't you? I want to hear from you very much. I have spoken of writing every day since I came back, but have hardly touched loc_jc.00681.jpga pen at all.
Tell me what you hear from your brother.
I have not yet been in any hospital since I came home, but I mean to go.
Enclosed I send you the little poem that we spoke of by Ms. Beach.6
William says every day that he is going to write you, & he will soon.
How is Ms. Price?7 My love to your mother, & very much to you, always, dear Walt, from
Your friend Nelly O'Connor.Correspondent:
Ellen M. "Nelly" O'Connor was the
wife of William D. O'Connor (1832–1889), one of Whitman's staunchest
defenders. Whitman dined with the O'Connors frequently during his Washington
years, and he speaks often in his letters of their daughter Jean, by nickname
"Jenny" or "Jeannie." Though Whitman and William O'Connor would break in late
1872 over Reconstruction policies with regard to emancipated black citizens,
Ellen would remain friendly with Whitman. The correspondence between Whitman and
Ellen is almost as voluminous as the poet's correspondence with William. For
more on Whitman's relationship with the O'Connors, see also Dashae E. Lott, "William Douglas O'Connor,"
Walt Whitman: An Encyclopedia, J.R. LeMaster and Donald
D. Kummings, ed., (New York: Garland Publishing, 1998).