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Camden
Jan 18—noon1
Dear friend
I will send Herbert's2 letter3 just rec'd this morning & add a word myself. Tho' I have nothing new to say particular—I am comfortable & ab't the same generally in health, (but slowly going down hill I suppose.) Ed4 was here an hour or so last evening, & we were glad to have him. Wish you would come & spend the day here—wish George5 would come & you & he have dinner here with us—Can't you fix a day soon? Mrs. Davis6 would be glad too—As I write the little bird is singing gayly in his cage—first rate cheer & company for me, for I am here mostly alone—sun shining to day here, but cold enough outside frozen hard— O why hast thou bleach'd these locks, old Time yet left my heart so young"?7
Love to you & George, Harry & all— Walt Whitman
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Correspondent:
Susan M. Lamb Stafford
(1833–1910) was the mother of Harry Stafford (1858–1918), who, in
1876, became a close friend of Whitman while working at the printing office of
the Camden New Republic. Whitman regularly visited the
Staffords at their family farm near Kirkwood, New Jersey. Whitman enjoyed the
atmosphere and tranquility that the farm provided and would often stay for weeks
at a time (see David G. Miller, "Stafford, George and Susan M.," Walt Whitman: An
Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings [New York:
Garland Publishing, 1998], 685).