Early in the year 1863—I think in the final month—I lay on a cot in Mother Whippy's Ward at Judiciary Sqre Hospt. in Washington D.C. sick "Nigh unto death" when there came in one day, with charitable intent, a stalwart man of genial appearance & seemingly past the middle age since his hair & face beard were plentifully sprinkled with white. This man (whose frame, as I afterward found, was no mean type of the generous heart within) came to my bed, sat down, & after some talk with me wrote a letter to my parents in Michigan. This act secured my gratitude & we became intimately acquainted & close friends—Being furloughed in July '63 & discharged while in Mich. I lost sight of my friend & I am not sure that I even heard of him until I returned in '64 with an ugly bullet hole through my left lung that time finding a lodgment at Armory Sqr. Hospt .1
My friend was still in Washington, we met, & our intimacy was renewed and again abruptly broken off in the summer of '65 when I was transferred to New Haven & soon afterward discharged from the service. Although I have never since heard a word from my quondam friend, still the name Walt Whitman is a household one in our family & the picture (by Schaff)2 with the autograph, Walt Whitman 1863 written in pencil in the margin to the right is lying here on the table having been brought down stairs a little while ago to be compared with one which appears in Leslie's3 for April 8th4 & which I brought up Friday with the Sunday N.Y. papers.
The question that naturally comes to us now is this, Is this Walt Whitman,—"the Poet of health & strength," our Walt Whitman of old? Everybody who has seen the two pictures says they are of the same man—If it indeed be true, I am very glad for I shall, I know, hear from my old friend—I am married, live here, (my mother living with us) & have charge of one of the public schools (No. 13) of the city.
I shall take a lively interest in the arrival of the postman for some time hereafter in the hope that I am what the rest so confidently assert:
Your old friend,Correspondent:
Albert G. Knapp (1893–1905) was a
Union soldier in the American Civil War. He met Whitman in the winter of 1862 when he was a
patient at Judiciary Square Hospital, where he remained until sometime in 1863.
Knapp reconnected with Whitman in 1864 when he was being treated at Armory
Square Hospital for a bullet wound through his lungs. In 1883, Knapp was
principal of Public School No. 13 in Rochester, New York. He would later
work as a government employee in Washington, D. C. The wounds he sustained
during the Civil War eventually caused his death ("Albert G. Knapp," Democrat and Chronicle [Feburary 23, 1905], 13).