I sit here to-day ab't the same—close by fire in my stove, as it is pretty cool, though pleasant and sunny—now here laid by in the fifth month—all my strength, all bodily-ab't-going-ability quite gone—Spend most of the time here in the big ratan-chair—yet good heart though (in emotionality & mental action)—no sign either of any change or improvement of strength recuperation—But we will see—"(Are we to be beaten down this way in our old age"?) one of Carlyle's books.
J B, I hope it is all going well with you—your little visit did me good—hope you will write me when you can—W O'C, have been thinking of that eye trouble—hope it has gone down or entirely over—Hope this letter from Mary Costelloe1 will interest you2—Show it to Nelly3—in some respects it is a woman's letter, but I like it much—Doctor, the photo came this forenoon—it is one of the best I ever saw—Can you send one to J B and to W O'C?—Some of those photo places off one side appear to make the best pictures in the world—My printing matters (or rather binding ones)4 go on all right but slowly—
Walt WhitmanPlease send to W O'C Washington—O'C, please send to Dr Bucke—
Correspondent:
This letter is addressed to
three close acquaintances of Whitman: the New York naturalist John Burroughs
(1837–1921), the poet's staunch public defender William Douglas O'Connor
(1832–1889), and the Canadian physician Richard Maurice Bucke
(1837–1902). For more on these figures, see these entries from Walt Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and
Donald D. Kummings (New York: Garland Publishing, 1998): Carmine Sarracino,
"Burroughs, John (1837–1921) and Ursula (1836–1917),"
Deshae E. Lott, "O'Connor, William Douglas [1832–1889]," and Howard Nelson,
"Bucke, Richard Maurice (1837–1902).".