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about it, "It ought to be worth hearing: it must have great points," and this led him to refer to William

Would give me a copy to send on.Attention called to old note from Gleeson White (abroad).

White, even at my expense. Reason, Shakespearean hostility to the subject. This is a pretty note!

O'Connor.W. was anxious about William.

Under what circumstances had he first met William?

Had William taken up L. of G. at the beginning?

I said: "Don't you think it significant that William recognized Leaves of Grass at the start?"

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

What I put into that little piece I got chiefly from Philbrick, a clerk at the White House, who was always

I did meet Hay in Washington during the war—talked with him frequently at the White House.

Told him what William Swinton had said to me about W.'

This stirred him, "William is right—she did, she did." Had been reading Scott when I entered.

Said he intended to send a copy of the new O'Donovan portrait to Black and White.

The morning papers published extracts from the Diary of the Emperor Frederick William—cabled from abroad

"Long white hair, long white beard and moustache, a florid face, with blue eyes alive with fire, a gigantic

His old white hat lies on a chair.

They were from Nelly O'Connor, William O'Connor, Cyril Flower, Henry Clapp, Sylvester Baxter, and W.'

like one of the grand classic pictures of gods, with the hands calmly folded and that strange yellow-white

Williams, Maud Ingersoll: San Francisco Cal 27th Place wreath for me marked "Un Pilori" letter follows.David

today owning to sickness but will be on hand at funeral please telegraph me arrangements.Francis H Williams

New York 27 My father in Buffalo will notify him.Maud Ingersoll Morris and Talcott Williams over today

To these men body and brain yielded unexpected fruits.Many callers in the day, Morris and Talcott Williams

William is quite as radical as Tucker though much less interested in political study—is more fond of

I stand in awe before William." Rhys once said to W. in reply to W.'

s question: "William Morris always mentioned you kindly, genially, in fine friendly fashion, admiringly

They like nice white hands, men and women. They are too much disturbed by dirt.

"Here's something for you to take along—something for your archives: another of William's letters: a

William could not be uninteresting: this is a sort of executive letter, so to speak, yet it is racy,

sparkling—a real flame out of William's irrepressible fire."

The allusion, which is one George William will keenly feel, is to Tennyson's "O irresponsible, indolent

Have you seen Grant White's article in the Atlantic for April on the Bacon-Shakespeare craze?

Frank Williams wife is at Atlantic City—communication cut off—W. saying: "Yes, I read in this night's

Morris repeated a saying of Frank Williams': "It's the drapery that causes all the trouble"—and W. laughed

—found it white? White quartz, eh? Very pretty? No inscription? No monument of any kind?"

I have been waiting to see Talcott Williams—I fear the letters are cut—the high protection editors probably

William turned again to Nellie.

William of Stratford is too strong for me!"

I induced William to talk about W. as he was in Washington.

Bucke and William and I were face to face. William looked up at us.

William said: "Well." Bucke said: "William!" I said: "Love always!" No more.

I have left no more white space on that last page than I want."

Frank Williams brought me today a copy of Lippincott's for W. in which he discusses the static and dynamic

, strawberries—"perhaps blackberries best of all"—the raspberries better when "mixed with currants—white

him towards literariness grow stronger with age—yet I remember that even so keen and cute a man as William

William was one of the first to change—to recognize the gold in John: I only mention it now, confidentially

Again: "Hugo is one of William's enthusiasms: he often used to talk of it."

Bucke said: ""William is subject to crazy enthusiasms." I said to W. "Were they crazy?"

W. laughed: "Maurice is wrong: Maurice himself is more likely to do that thing than William: it is odd

for such a characterization: quite the contrary: William always has the best of reasons for whatever

Great are Talcott Williams and Thomas Donaldson, and blessed be their names.

I am very sure that William never foresaw where his lavish generosity would land me, & in his last years

Channing, now of Cal. where William spent some six months; but they are now in such pecuniary trouble

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

On Keats, Byron, Kirke White, others, this scurrility, abuse, contempt, was bestowed.

No one can know it as I know it—not my nearest friends of the old days—not even William O'Connor, not

That the horror of slavery was not in what it did for the nigger but in what it produced of the whites

For we quite clearly saw that the white South, if the thing continued, would go to the devil—could not

And, "We had stormy times then, but William and I always thought ours the most comprehensive—what would

["I wish it did, William," interrupted W., "but I'm afraid it does not."]

William will have to step down and out for good. ["Good-bye, William!"

["A very low hand, William, if we tell the truth: a damned low hand!"]

William handles that better than anyone else.

["I enjoy William's epithets without always agreeing with him.

"William is dead," he remarked, "you saw?" And then: "It was in the papers.

off the edges as closely as they will admit—use your own taste and judg- ment—I like a little more white

Poor William! Poor me! And yet," W. said again, "yet I can understand him.

W. said: "I never look for anything but what a lot of white paper turns up." This paper was ruled.

Harned for his drink, had defined his desires on a little card, and closed with this: "My dear friend William

"I took Alexander Gardner's sheet—the title page: it had quite a good deal of white paper: wrote a long

William was very furious about it: it was bandied about Washington—got into the papers: William asked

That was William: I suppose he was right: I needed only to make a simple public statement: I would be

I submit here the document prepared for William by W. and passed into my hands since by Nellie O'Connor

Dear William O'Connor:As you were interested in Mr.

There were white beards, but none were so white as that of the author of "Leaves of Grass."

He sat calm and sedate in his easy wheeled chair, with his usual garb of gray, with his cloudy white

hair falling over his white, turned-down collar that must have been three inches wide.

O'Connor never forgave me the William piece—nor did Tucker.

I thought William knew me better.

I am sure, however, that William will come to see it all right by and bye—will realize that my position

If we put November Boughs into that shape, using fine white paper, giving the pages a good margin, the

some number of the Critic—July 8th, June 8th—in which she was told Lowell has something to say about William

I must have an envelope for my pictures—a good strong capacious white envelope—capacious, for the pictures

And to a reference to Talcott Williams—"I have known Talcott Williams now ten years—in a sense intimately—and

First joints of fingers dark underneath and milky white on top.

And Frank Williams will read, at once and easily comprehending the situation and acquiescing with noble

Late in afternoon in to see Frank Williams, then to look up Murray, at Eakins', for taking cast, in case

I telegraphed to Morris, Frank Williams and others: "Holds his own."

Left with him a copy of The American containing Browning Symposium—Morris, Williams, Wayland, Thompson

I have no doubt of Morris and Frank Williams at any time—they are both in the right drift—particularly

and without going to Philadelphia, as I had hoped to do We sailed Sept. 25th. on the Germanic of the White

Frank Williams in to see me about birthday—anxious lest it might be passed over, but agreeable in face

Talcott Williams on easels. Eakins talks of Miss Cook as "lively" and of Mrs. Williams as "sickly."

"I should say, my work, I, stand for, solidarity—not only of what are called the White or European peoples

Osceola was like a great many of the niggers—like Douglass—in being of mixed blood, having a dash of white

And the parent disclaimed all his white stock heritage—kept up the chieftainly character.

s letters was one from Gleeson White (England). No one knew him.

A London woman's paper asked White to do the job. It was an article in a series—Writers Oversea.

I said: "I know: William spoke of them: Nelly showed me a pile of them together on his desk: he says

rather think not: he does not read the Greek itself; of course this does not mean that he's ignorant: William

W. asked me to repeat what William had said of him in Washington.

Talcott Williams over today.

be your debtor.Jessie Taylor.The Press yesterday contained some further extracts from Frederick William's

as well as calm: more than once seen him when his whole being was shaken up—when his passion was at white

There's my friend William Swinton, John's brother: I used to be very intimate with him: he has suffered

a good deal of a traveler, wanderer—was in California at the time, I think)—twenty-five years ago William

The American white and the Southern black will mix but not ally.

Now, the Southern white does not encourage such intermixtures: there are psychological, physiological

They are a study, too—the poor whites South: lank, sallow coughing, spitting, with no bellies (and bellies

Swinburne's new book upon William Blake, poet and artist—a great but neglected genius who was counted

Yes—surely: for the purposes of that edition that was the best thing to do: yet we lost heaps in losing William

There was another regret from which I have always suffered: I always wished William to figure in some

He held a smallish white unstamped envelope up before me. "This: look at it."

friend:I have come to know you through your writings and through the warm praises of our dead friend, William

Clay: White Hall, Ky.Jan. 6. 1891Dear Sir,I have just received your "Leaves of Grass etc." 1890—for which

Had I not better see Talcott Williams?

William: maybe it's something that belongs in your treasure box: you have too much stuff, nonsense, in

that box, but nothing of William's comes within such a category.

good points in it, which I took in.I am in great mourning that I can't get my reply to Richard Grant White

letter down on my knee and looked at him: "Well—that is a fusillade, a volley, a charge on the run—William

at his vehementest: a nugget too: God knows what not: when he goes on in that mood William is simply

W. said: "They are not extraneous: they all have a place: I think William was justified in all he did

"It is one of William's letters," he explained, "one of the best: full of fire—direct, explicit—with

William resembles a natural law: he is beyond appeal: he delivers himself without apologies: he kills

Grant White had a dastardly mass of lies and perversion in The Atlantic in April anent of Mrs.

White's hide off, and "hang the calf-skin on his recreant limbs."

they were: I may say, John has changed towards himself—that I notice—but he has not changed towards William

—that is William: the sympathetic is the center of his being—the explanation of it all: the fire of his

W. explained: "That depression is not William: he defies all that: it is more likely to be Nellie: she

Bucke argues that William should go to some institution, where he can be better taken care of by able-bodied

"That is William: it sounds like him: it has his sangfroid, his nonchalance."

Frank Williams and his wife were over today—also Osler—but there were no other visitors, except, of course

Had W. yet been able to read Frank Williams' American paper? "I have looked it through—that's all.

was unfit—that no one but Walt Whitman could have proved equal to the exigency: but William found few

As I left he said: "Do not fail to write Bucke right along—write Burroughs—write to William O'Connor.

He wears baggy pants, his coat is too long for him, his hair and beard are long and white, he wears a

Fairchild's; Aldrich's; one marked "from Nellie and William O'Connor"; and several other sprays, from

Williams solemn, serious—Chambers merry, fine, full of life.

s friends, Talcott Williams and Morris among them. The flowers, wreaths along.

Williams, F. H.

Williams, Brinton, Ingram and daughter, Bonsall, Donaldson, Joseph Fels and wife, H. H.

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

"It's very shadowy: William is not improving." He paused.

He reports everything well in London: says, by the way, he called on Johnston White in New York: says

"I wrote my usual postal to William—also a postal to the Doctor."

W. said: "I am up a tree: I can't go to William: I can't shake the sorrowful thought of him out of my

It was curious—in those times—whenever the Count went to the White House he took his hat questioned—in

a sample proof first & tell me how much price for 100 " " " " 150 " " " " 200make large envelopes White

printed on —must be pretty strong paper—Some will go in the European or California mail)" inside a white

another side: it is the other side which the partisan always leaves out of his account: I remember William

He said: "William was a whirlwind when he had his health: what has he come to now? alas!

White a going over, of which I wrote you some time ago.

Had made his selection of card, putting with samples this memoranda: I prefer the white card (thickest

of all "samples") marked * in the little book "Of course," he said to me, "I wish the white: I am going

*(print 200 copies each card)—size of this white paper this sized card— card not very thick,—you are

I see he has cut the leaves out of Bucke's black-bound annual report, pasted a sheet of white paper over

Talcott Williams and wife still away in Adirondacks.

Afterward we gave his ticket to Thomas Earle White.

Talcott Williams over. Did not see W. Gilchrist came later: was in bedroom a few minutes.

But then, where is there anybody like William?

William made short work of the hair splitters.

Chadwick got on the wrong field when he called William a liar and crossed blades with him: William gave

Yes: that 'sthat's William—the undaunted William: the fiery friend and lover."

I said: "William calls Comstock an unmitigated ass." W. laughed most heartily.

"Not a suspicion of a word: I sit here seeing William thousands-wise: he presents himself to me persistently

"I'm afraid I was: William said to me more than once: 'Walt, you're as fast as frozen molasses!'"

fearful road to that great castle "success" which looms up in the dim religious distance, and from which white-winged

Sumner said to William once: 'Whitman would have been all right if he'd only written Democratic Vistas

Frank Williams has given me his banquet speech.I met Frank Williams today and he gave me in brief, the

Frank Williams has a great deal of feeling on the point, that Ingersoll, in his speech at the dinner,

Williams' speech as he gives it to me, all correct except that part in which he bitterly speaks of the

I argued with Williams that an agnostic could not deal in negations, as he says—that his whole temper

I told him of Talcott Williams' note, saying he had a report of W.'s own talk.

I said: "William says he'd like to write these days, but can't.

Again: "William thinks he cannot write: that settles the question for William: it is not a physiological—no

But he thought I should write oftener to William.

William, of Stratford—that it closes so much of truth out.

William of what?" and after I explained, laughed and said: "I see!

Yes, William was a choice debater.

William was ardent, impulsive—yet no man spoke out of a greater knowledge.

William was choked with a various knowledge—always spoke out of that.

William was even—his passion, fire, always lasted.

William always came in with great splendor.

Even William—God Bless him!

Had to tell him about William's room, too.

Bucke wanted to know if K. had met William.

"No: I'm wrong: it was from Marshall Williams: portrait and book: he sent both: Williams wishes them

to bring William physically closer to me."