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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.

enough with Southern people to feel convinced that if I lived South I should side with the Southern whites

the check draughts of your hurrying life now & then.I sit here facing the river & look out on the white

His color very odd and bad—a mixture of blue and white, without any trace of pink—the blue especially

And he went on further: "I have been dipping into the Stedman books today again—reading Channing—William

Henry Channing"—I interrupted—"You mean William Ellery, don't you?"

contribution to the record of your birthday—a draft for $19495 (£ 40) from Bessie & Isabella Ford, William

Said: "Tom was in—brought me the Tribune—got William's book."

Said he had seen by the papers that Talcott Williams was back in town.

Alluded to fact that the Williams' had money.

How William O'Connor would have delighted to be present!

William was always a lion himself when any wrong was afoot." Yet W.

Frank Williams in to see me today.

"No—it is not very rare—but it is beautiful, a pure white—white as alum.

What case under heaven but in the hands of a cute lawyer may not evidence white black and black white

And now that William is no more—now that William is gone—gone forever, from physical sight—the great,

surpassing William!

I wrote to William Carey in the way W. had wished: and explaining now to him, he said, "That was right