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July 12, 89 Dear Walt: I write you briefly this morning before starting on my 2 weeks vacation to Delaware

At that time I was having one of my streaks of insomnia, & was very wretched for two or three weeks.

I go about all day with two balls of twine at my side, training the young vines in the way they should

My dear Mr.

But I want also, at least in fancy, to reach my hand across the sea, & to take your hand, & to tell you

I think of seventy years as quite the vestibule of age, because my own father is rigorous, at least in

—feeling so-so—Ed has gone over to my friend Tom Donaldson's —D seems to take a fancy for Ed & he reciprocates

—I am sitting here in the den in my big chair—Ed is leaving here soon Londonward—is there any special

drumming trip to New York and Boston—y'rs rec'd last evn'g —mutton & rice broth, Graham toast & tea for my

Feb: 8 '89 Am thinking a good deal ab't you to-day—have rec'd the card N[elly] sent & it has rous'd my

tho't's & sympathies greatly—Nothing new or special in my condition— Love to you & N— Walt Whitman Walt

Hda de El Rosario Jesus Maria Chihuahua Mex October 27 de/89 My dear Mr Whitman Your kind package of

a long time on road I was delighted I assure you to get them and they occupy the foremost place in my

of the old familiar faces—but I seem to be hoping against fate—as the manager here will not accept my

While I appreciate his valuation of my services I would prefer to go East—but have been treated too kindly

My dear Walt Whitman, I was very glad to have your postcard two or three days ago, & to find that you

My work—editing &c., made me come away at last sooner than I wished to.

through a quiet & picturesque cwm or valley,—so reaching this place, Carmarthen, where I stay with my

have been dipping more & more into old Welsh romance & poetry, of late; eking out with a dictionary my

I am paying a visit—it is a vacation—to Benjamin Jowett, the Head of my college, a venerable and dreadful

It makes one realize how much your generation—my father's generation—has done for progress, I only hope

My father is extremely well, and enjoying life. Mrs.

It took me several days to absorb it and make my extracts &c.

(I fear my digestion must be poor to-night judging from the tone of the foregoing!)

I keep toiling away kicking my MS into shape, adding touches &c &c W S Kennedy William Sloane Kennedy

My first visit to William's grave since last July when I went away.

if I had some one to give me a lift in my work, it would be a boon, but I guess my lesson in life is

Gardner of Paisley, accepting my MS. "Walt Whitman the Poet of Humanity."

suppose his idea is that people will buy L. of G. more if they are not given the passages in question in my

He bites hard—says "it wd be a vast pity if the book were to fall through," owing to my obstinacy I suppose

I send you today a piece I wrote for an uncle more than thirty years ago about my old wanderings in the

I promised Horace to send him a copy of my Saguenay poem but please tell him I cannot find one and fear

My Annual Report is out—I have written for some copies and shall send you one as soon as I get them I

Camden April 16 '89 Nothing very different or new in my affairs—the past ten days bad rather—sort of

last rec'd—have no opinion or comment or suggestion to make —did you receive (& send on to O'C[onnor]) my

February 15, 1889 Am sitting by the oak fire all day—no visitors or letters—but sort o' get along with my

papers & books—Kennedy, Boston, sends kindest inquiries ab't you with sympathy & greeting—My friend

Walt Whitman: My dear Sir, I take the liberty of sending you in the same mail with this, a little pamphlet

Should it prove so, my object will then be attained.

—tho't it might be instigated by my tonic—& have intermitted it to-day (for the first since you sent)

—am sitting here after my supper, & shall go out in wheel chair to river side—y'r letters rec'd —weather

Camden Evn'g: Jan: 1 '89 My best loving wishes for the New Year to you and William —O if deepest wishes

, though slowly—I & many are looking more than he knows toward W's propects—Best love & sympathy to my

My dear Comrade, Will you permit me to add by anticipation my warm congratulations to those of your many

Now, my dear friend, you will doubtless hear many more agreeable things than the foregoing said about

years since I had the pleasure of meeting you at your home in Camden, and I can scarcely express now my

My good friend and fellow-laborer on the Journal, James Chisholm —An American citizen born and reared

Whatever remains for us in "The great labor-house vast of being" let it be a comfort to you, my dear

Camden P M Aug: 4 '89 Nothing very new—have not left my Mickle St: quarters this summer (hardly can )

—am feeling fairly to-day—my friend Traubel has written (at their request) & sent on to "Liberty" (Boston

Whitman I think it must have been my guardian angel that gave thee the "impalpable nudge" to write to

I am worse & not better, & now I have to go off for I don't know how long to the Pyrennees, leaving my

My road has seemed so shut up—I am laid aside in the midst of all the work I care for—fit for nothing—and

24 May 1889 My sir.

I pray then you to rec to my a copy.

tho't no more definitely of the Baltimore Hospital scheme —am sitting here as usual comfortable enough—my

sister Lou just been here, has been down to see my bro: Eddy —he is all right— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman

My dear Walt The enclosed will interest you.

We are here for my wifes health, which I am glad to say is much improved. Ever yours T. W.

Camden New Jersey U S America Dec: 24 '89 Still (after a sort) hold possession of the ship —but my grasp

growing fainter & my eyes dimmer—Wish to specially write to thank you for kindness —Y'r proof just rec'd

noon Feb: 24 '89 Sitting here by the oak fire dawdling over the Sunday's Tribune and the Phil: Press —my

last three days & nights—nothing very new—sunny & very cold here—some strangely favorable notices ab't my

of G. with Sands at Seventy & Backward Glance as epilogue & am busying myself at it (to commemorate my

finishing my 70th year)— Best love— W W Walt Whitman to William D.

require it—I never undressed coldest nights last winter—tired oft as an old vetrans , I dropped in my

narative. narrative Got a heater last winter, gave a picture for it—pipe passed into chimney through my

room mad made it comfortable— My sister on Staten Island has been dangerously ill for some weeks—now

several children and grand children—sincere— guiless— guileless beloved——I have not seen either of my

sketch of Elias Hicks is very pleasant to see, as like yourself I am proud of having Friends among my

I am going to send you a pamphlet which has in it a sketch of William Grimm by my best friend and fellow-worker

for I should like to see you in the flesh, but that is in the hands of the powers, I do not know how my

But I have no right to trouble you with myself or my concerns and I will stop here wishing you the best

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

He , I daresay, is not altogether wrong about my other self, who is possessed at times with the itch

I believe I last wrote to you from Carmarthen, where I stayed with my dear grand-parents, making excursions

thoughts, (as I dropped with ready strides down those Welsh mountains at nightfall, or arm-in-arm with my

Here my Uncle Percival, who is a Naturalist & Poultry-fancier, among other things, has a house almost

Camden May 8 '89 Y'rs of 6th rec'd—thanks—yes, I am agreeable to your sending S[tedman] my former letter

O'C[onnor] (f'm the wife ) to day, & I am gloomy—Dr B[ucke] writes me every day & cheerily—Horace & my

Camden New Jersey US America Evn'g Sept 8 '89— Here I sit toward sunset in my big old chair in the 2d

story room in Mickle street wafting affectionate wishes over to you— Nothing new or notable in my affairs

Camden April 7 '89 Y'r letters arrived & welcome—My card yesterday f'm Mrs: O'C speaks of our dear friend

sitting up next forenoon—Nothing new with me—Horace, Tom, Mrs: H. and Mr Morehouse have just call'd—My

35 quai des grandes Augustine"—279 pp. handy beautiful French style, paper—Nothing very different in my

affairs—the N Y Literary News for May has a notice —did you see that infernal farrago of my opinions

Am so filled with gratitude can scarce express my feelings.

Tis the first time I have had the pleasure of gazing up on the picture of my Great Great Uncle Elias

I have patiently submited to the will of God, it is through him I breathe, live, and have my being.

Belmont Oct 27 '89 To Walt Whitman I am immensely pleased (tickled) with the result of my little Wifekin

I rubbed my hands in glee after quoting some of the good great fellows (in England & America) who stand

She says, "I saw with my own eyes, his nobility & manners," &c.

Camden 1889 Saturday early P M June 1 — Well here I am, feeling fairly, commencing my 71st year.

turning (which were fortunately wide & easy) to the big banquet hall & big crowd, where I was roll'd to my

speeches from) outsiders—The compliments & eulogies to me were excessive & without break —But I fill'd my

89 Y'r card just rec'd —papers come regularly—thanks—Nothing very different with me—Still imprison'd—my

dilapidation not mending (slowly gradually worse if any thing, but not much change)—am preparing my

Walt Whitman, I owe to you my thanks for many strong, beautiful, bracing words and thoughts of yours—thoughts

that have opened my mind to new possibilities, larger, truer things.

328 Mickle Street Camden N J p m Feb: 14 '89 Y'r card came yesterday—Rolleston has rec'd in Ireland my

I hear from Dr Bucke often, he expects to come here next week—my friend O'Connor is very ill at Washington

My dear friend Thank you—thank you!

From the condition of my heart death is a daily probability to my conciousness consciousness & I face

all my responsibilities in the sense that it may be for me the last time.

Wicklow My dear Walt I have to tell you that towards the end of December I sent back to the German publisher

Democracy To a Boy of the West Doubt of Appearances Give me the Sun To one about to die (KK) That Shadow My

Who Learns my Lesson complete What am I— Square Deific. O Poverty, wincings—.

My dear friend, I was glad to hear by your postal that you are getting along without an increase of suffering

My old enemy "melancholia" spreads its vampire wings still over my life and will I presume go with me

Your "November Boughs" has been my companion during the last week.

I shall try to obtain it through my London bookseller.

Each time I have attempted to do so, I have quailed before my own inadequacy to grapple with the theme

Camden March 3 '89 Am feeling better all day from the encouraging & sunny news my young friend Horace

H T will send hence (March 4) two copies of my big book by express, one for you & one for Nelly —yours

Whitman:— I have thought of you often since my call upon you the other day (and before, too, for that

matter), and felt, that although I have a copy of your works in my library, I would like one from you

Whitman: I give to my good friend Horace Traubel the Sarrazin book which I have had so much pleasure

Bucke anent the American articles—all of which Traubel has probably conveyed to you my gratitude for,

bitterly— I am somewhat better, & late yesterday afternoon I was taken out & jaunted around for an hour—my

first experience of out door for most a year, & it was very refreshing—then when I came back & up to my

Last Thursday evening I went to Sarnia—next morning my brother Julius, my nephew Fred.

It is postmarked: London | PM | MY 28 | 89 | Canada; C.

Whitman found the visitor interesting but too effusive: "My main objection to him, if objection at all

good-will & good luck to you, dear friends both—Nothing very new or different with me—I have just finished my

& blessings — I am writing for pub'n a little still—have had a bad spell last week & before—one of my

Received from Thomas Donaldson Ten Dollars for books— Walt Whitman Dear TD I am here imprison'd yet in my

I have a copy of my big 900 Vol.