I promised to write to you a week ago Sunday Evening and did not do it—I have no apology to offer—Years ago Dear Walt—(And looking back over the tombstones it seems Centuries)—Father used to tell me I was lazy Mother denied it—and in latter years=(but O' my friend still looking over tombstones) I used to tell your Mother2 you was lazy and she denied it.—You have asserted yourself. I have confirmed my Father—O, Walt what recollections will crowd upon us both, individually and in company from the above. To me the home so long long past—the brother—sisters—the sea—the return—New York, the Stage box,—Broadway,—Walt,—the Press—the Railroad Marriage, Express—Babies—trouble. Rum More trouble—More Rum—Estrangement from you. More Rum.—Good intentions, sobriety Misunderstanding and more Rum
loc_tb.00624.jpgUp and down[no handwritten text supplied here]down and up = The innate manly nature of myself at times getting the best of it and at other times Entirely submerged—Now praying now cursing—Yet Ever hoping—and Even now my friend often loosing my hold of the highest rung of the ladder of fortune I Ever reached and dropping slowly but surely from rung to rung until I have almost reached the bottom I still hope—From causes to numerous and complex to Explain Except verbally I found myself in June last in Brooklyn possessed of a wife and four boys—aged 12-9-4. years—and one of 8 months—no money no credit—no friends of a/c and no furniture—Well, I am writing with my own pen, ink, and paper on my own table, in a hired room, warmed by my own fire and lighted by my own oil—my wife sleeping on a bed near me and the Boys in an adjoining room.—
loc_tb.00625.jpgI have just got through supper after a hard days work and have to start again in the morning at 7 o'clock and am glad of it—[no handwritten text supplied here]I am living in Atlantic ave one door above Classon ave and have been down past our old home3 several times this summer taking Freddie4 with me—
There is never a day passes but what I think of you
So much have you left to be remembered by—a Broadway stage—a Fulton ferry boat a bale of cotton on the dock. The "Brooklyn Daily Times"5—a ship loading or unloading at the wharf.—a poor man fallen from the roof of a new building a woman & child suffocated by smoke in a burning tenement house, all—all to me speak of thee Dear Walt.—
Seeing then my friend the past thou occupiest in my spiritual nature—. I feel assured you will forgive any remissness loc_tb.00626.jpg of me in writing—My love my Walt is with you alway .—
I earnestly pray God that he may see fit to assauge your sufferings and in due time restore your wonted health and strength owing to "impecuniosity" (The first time I Ever seen that word was in a letter from R.W. Emerson6 to you while we were living in Classon ave. Excusing himself as I now do) I cannot promise to come and see you soon—[no handwritten text supplied here]But Walt should you become seriously ill, promise to telegraph to me immediately.
My Father is Dead. Brother Burpe7 is dead
I have not heard from Mother in 10 months.—
My wife is faithful–loving–honest, true, and one you Could dearly love.
Ever yours, —Fred.— Care Leviness & Weeber 164 Fulton St Brooklyn# # Walt=Please do not criticize my grammer nor phraseology—It was written to heartfelt to alter—Fred.8
loc_vm.00802_large.jpg Fred: Vaughan Nov. '74 loc_vm.00803_large.jpgCorrespondent:
Fred Vaughan was a young
Irish stage driver with whom Whitman had an intense relationship during the late
1850's. For discussion of Vaughan's relationship with Whitman, see Jonathan Ned
Katz, Love Stories: Sex between Men before Homosexuality
(Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2001), 123–132; Charley Shively,
Calamus Lovers: Walt Whitman's Working-Class
Camerados (San Francisco: Gay Sunshine Press, 1987), 36–50; Ed
Folsom and Kenneth M. Price, Re-Scripting Walt Whitman: An
Introduction to His Life and Work, "Chapter 4: Intimate Script and the New American Bible: "Calamus" and the
Making of the 1860 Leaves of Grass."