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"I have some books and papers to send by you, William," he said.

In reply to a question W. said he had never read William Morris' Earthly Paradise.

Take the Emperor Frederick William—I have wished him to live—for years—to live to do his work, which

Clapp, Jr.W. said before I had read the clipping: "William O'Connor was greatly pleased with it.

"William said: 'There you are, sure: He is nothing but a rowdy, wears a boatman's shirt and slouched

William said: 'Walt—it don't all fit but a good deal of it fits and what fits fits damned well.'"

This was his "great concern for William."

But I know what William means: he used to say to me sometimes—'Walt, when it comes to some things you've

But I confess William would go way ahead of me in that direction—was gifted beyond us all: was sensitive

I remember an Othello criticism: undoubtedly written by William Winter: Winter is the dramatic editor

William had the best night last night since a week ago and has sat up all day. Your card just here.

Le Barnes in, and looking at your big book, for which we thank you, both William and I, each, for our

William sends love.

Then he suddenly exclaimed: "Wouldn't it be grand to think of William as getting all over this—getting

["Yes, William!"

what is unsuitable is also unintelligible to her; and, if no dark shadow from without be cast on the white

In a letter on July 19, 1869, William Michael Rossetti had urged Gilchrist to "suppress" her name; see

The Letters of William Michael Rossetti , ed.

writing positively of it in his December 9, 1869 letter to Rossetti and in his May 11, 1870 letter to William

Unpinned a sheet proving to be the page extract I had written from the note about Tennyson that Frank Williams

Neither of us have word from Talcott Williams yet.

over Gilder's note.With Bucke to the Contemporary Club; after the adjournment of which, Morris, Williams

I went up to the White House with a friend of mine, an M.

wouldn't believe until you were convinced,' as you say: you held off: you half thought I was lying: William

W. said he was anxious to have Bucke get some reply from William's doctor.

slavery was really labor slavery—wage slavery: an upper-class attitude towards the laborer generally, white

That's what Talcott Williams says. He was here today with Mrs. Williams."

"Some kind words from my friend William Carey there—William Carey.

William mentions you.

Affectionately,William D.

Talcott Williams over today.

No one but William ever read Delia Bacon's book? How about me, then, don't I count?

William was a book-man—not an inch of him clear of the charge—but a book man after the most elemental

William Reeder.

William was his rudder.

The great William!"

I can see William all through it.

Here was a sheet, too (William L.

W. wanted to know what was my "real opinion of the plate," saying then: "William O'Connor fancies it

I shall send it on to Doctor to remind him that it must go back to William."

"William Summers has gone home and written a piece.

a little suspicion of Conway's lack of historic veracity: he romances: he has romanced about me: William

Williams. You know Frank: it's his wife."

William is a man who never needs a prod—is always afire: in fence he is a ways ready—his weapons are

no notion whatever of the author, we should fare better in understanding the work than we do with William

Of all the dear, dear friends of those days, Nellie, William, were dearest, dearest."

William elicited a noble reply.

"The white ones have no flavor.

"There's William—William O'Connor—he's alive, too: God bless William! And your mother? You, too?

"John and William." "John and William who?" "O'Connor—Burroughs.

But William?—never! never!"

Bucke is my only constant correspondent left: William writes very rarely—is not able to write."

When William gets on his real high horse—his high horse of high horses—he completely fills the stage:

"It will bear study: William never loses caste at close quarters: he always more than holds his own."

impresses without calling in any adventitious aids—no color, no tricks—a pure specimen of black and white

White and others, Arthur and I adjourned to the sitting room of the Club and at a desk there perfected

s—the weather strong—snow falling—the earth white. W.'s room warmed by a busy fire.

s complexion strange—hardly any warmth—white and blue—with parchmenty texture and curl.

No reply as yet from William Carey.

wondered why Gilchrist did not stop here on his recent visit to the Staffords.W. said, "Talcott Williams

time—when I needed, as perhaps no one knew, could have known, I needed—he was the fellow, with Talcott Williams

Adding, "This ought to be done for William."

William's books mainly there, and odds and ends—manuscripts and letters generally in trunks upstairs.

We made arrangements at the Club for Clifford, Williams, Morris, Harned and I to meet Brinton at his

Told me a story, "Swinton—William Swinton—dined with me once at Washington. It was at Willard's.

the Club meeting tomorrow we have arranged for an informal talk between Brinton, Bucke, Morris, Williams

I don't know if William ever met Stoddard at all—if he did, it was not intimately.

William's sweep, as you say, was tremendous—astounding: he found a place for all—even for poor Poe in

He says that in one of his last letters—perhaps the very last—from O'Connor, William said that he wished

human history, as any man alive—yet radical as a boy—even a socialist—all around I should judge a William

Do you know, Horace, William should have been an orator: all his KelticCeltic bardic ancestry seems to

He would have made a great pleader: I do not think any audience could remain unsubdued, once William

Gilchrist dined with Talcott Williams last evening.

Williams had intended coming over to see Walt—had he come? No. We talked of public men.

Now, that was peculiarly absent from William—though of course he was not New Englander alone—rather Irish

But William was first of all cheerful—kept up to the last a devil of an interest, energy, in things at

O'Connor of William. "I sent it to her a while ago—now she sends it back.

She had asked me about a picture of William to have engraved—she says she has this.

some.In the meantime since you sent it, I have consulted two friends who were in the office with William

They also think that he is as William used to say super-cautious.

s gratitude for the Illustrated American notice, and to Talcott Williams, asking after the Ingersoll

The whole scheme is very attractive to me—and William would have an absolute monopoly of the field—a

Among other greetings, today one from William Winter as follows: "Kindness, sympathy, hope and every

William Winter." Unlike Stoddard, he seems, today, to hold old enmities at bay.

O'Dowd—yes, it was O'Dowd—was hot, wrathful—he must be a William O'Connorish sort of a fellow—protested

I met Williams and Morris in afternoon. Brinton could not come—wrote me.

"He was always William's and my friend—and he will appreciate—will measure up—this piece."

I was thinking, Horace, that it was Harry, not William, who wrote the Illustrated American piece.

in a letter, W. laughingly exclaimed: "We have heard from her From a Photograph by Merrit & Wood; William

Had not yet written to William Carey. I urged, let me write.

W. fervently: Yes indeed, all who knew William as I knew him will echo you on that."

Found Williams was not yet back, so we had a little chat with Merrill, Managing Editor, who told us he

Yes, I knew Don—Sir William Don: he was a tall, slim fellow—with an irresistible comic power.

[William Sloane Kennedy]Had them in a rubber together: four letters and the manuscript.

"That is true to the bone—that would have tickled William O'Connor."

Yes, among William's multitude of qualities, he had a hot temper.

But William did not understand the friendliness of Fields, who always took opportunities, direct and

William knew it well—stormed upon him for it.

explains all I wish explained: is personal, confessional: a variegated product, in fact—streaks of white

He is surely a wonderful man—a rare, cleaned-up man—a white-souled, heroic character.