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When last in the dooryard the lilacs bloomed [sic]," "Chanting the Square Deific," and "As I lay with my

I have been about sick with a cold on my lungs, and after my days work was done I did not feel like writing

I am going to give up my place the first of Ap r .

My health will not admit of it.

Often when my mind wanders back to the days that I spent in Armory Square, I can but cry.

My Hearts desire is that you may live a long and happy life and when you leave this Earth you may be

How long have I been a stranger to this foreign land in which I have wandered—foreign, and yet within my

Here it is copied from [the] volume before us:— O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain!

Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!

my Captain!

My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse

But I with mournful tread Walk the spot my Captain lies, Compare with this, for poetic or pathetic feeling

"One doubt nauseous undulating like a snake, crawl'd on the ground before me, Continually preceding my

and near, (rousing, even in dreams, a devilish exultation, and all the old mad joy, in the depths of my

of Bascom 242 F Street stating that our testimony did not agree with the company rolls in regard to my

Clair my best wishes to you and Mrs.

Mr Abbot offered to assist me if necessary if he is there perhaps he can use his influence in my favour

If she brought a half loaf of bread to my house, she took butter or tea away in return for it, and I

Nothing of me, or of the future to arise for me, out of my labour, and progressions.

My idea was, that, if I did go to Europe, "to let her board, in the most comfortable manner, and raise

My dear friend, Your contribution of $20 for the soldiers in hospital, sick or wounded, has been received

I wish you health, my friend, in body & in spirit. Farewell.

My hospitals are dwindled down to a small force—but there are plenty of cases to occupy me a couple of

yet—Jeff, I wish I could now & then be home & see you all, even if was only a couple of hours— Give my

Lane, and the Doctor —I send my love to Mat & the little girls.

O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My Gott,

Mason, who "used to be in my party on the Water Works."

According to his letter to Jeff on January 30, 1865, Whitman wrote to "Captain" Mason the same day; on

Well, my dear comrade, I believe I have told you all the news—of Eicholtz, the German sergeant with the

children is extremely well mat has has very much to doo do she is going to have a girl to work give my

his health had improved: "it is very healthy here this summer—I havn't been troubled by the heat yet—my

be careful of yourselves—it is very healthy here this summer—I havn't been troubled by the heat yet—my

have half a dozen—so you see I am coming out—had quite a clearing out the other day, collected all my

duds & socks, & boots & slippers &c &c. into a great heap—and when Sally, our black girl, brought up my

em all off home—there was nothing but what was all give out, though— There is nothing new with me in my

much—I think he would find it pleasant to come here for a few days, even this season—Well, dear mother, my

hear from Han, but I suppose she is getting along in the same old way—As I am writing this letter at my

how funny the world is governed—& lots of queer doings that outsiders never dream of— Well, mother, my

fight—I carry an umbrella, and if the sun gets to fall on me good & strong, any of the real hot days, my

I hope your parents are well—I wish you to give them my love—tho' I don't know them, I hope to one of

I am writing this by my window in the office—the breeze is blowing moderate, and the view down the river

My dear friend, I write mainly to see whether I have got the right address—to find whether this reaches

My health has been good—& I have got through the hot weather all right—It is a long while since I have

Y. or Brooklyn, so as not to incommode my folks at home—taking my meals at the restaurants, & home &c—leaving

my time free for my work &c—Now have you such a room for me , at a fair price?

would be very agreeable—Your going off for a week or two would not make any difference—as a lodging is my

main object—write immediately & let me know, as my leave of absence will probably date from Monday next

I have an agreeable situation here—labor moderate—& plenty of leisure—My principal work is to make (from

I am having good times here, rather quiet—My book is being printed—gets along rather slowly.

almost every afternoon—then sometimes a sail on the river or bay—so you see I am enjoying myself in my

way—with three or four hours work every day reading my proofs, &c— Andy, I suppose you are all getting

along as usual—I enclose a line to Mat, which please give him—I send my love to you, Frank, Mat & Lewis

agents before I return—I shall probably return about the 12th of September— When I arrived here, I found my

I doubt whether the article will be accepted in the Galaxy —don't know who edits it—I send my love to

same to Charles Eldridge —I hope to be able to write to Nelly —I wish you when you write to say I send my

And now for a while, my dear friend, Farewell. Walt. Walt Whitman to William D.

The reason is that my book, which is a little more than half done, does not get along as fast as the

Andy, dear boy, I hope my delay of a few days will not put you out—Write to me, & tell me about the office

, & my friends there.

Don't forward any letters that come after Friday next, but put them in my drawer.

Once more—I send my love to you & all. Walt Walt Whitman to Andrew Kerr, 10 September 1866

My dear friend, My book has been delayed among the printers,—but I shall stay till it is all printed—it

fellows & willing enough—but it seems impossible to prevent them making lots of ridiculous errors—it is my

My mother is pretty well for an old woman of 72—John, I hope this will find you, & the wife too in good

I send you both my love.

Upon a careful consideration of this opinion, I adhere to the position expressed in my letter to you

course by which it can be set at rest, & this is, by instituting prosecution, as I have advised in my

If I hadn't got your letter of 23d, I should likely have written to you very soon, of my own accord,

I have been home in Brooklyn the last two months, to see my mother, & pay a visit to New York, &c. and

It is now a year ago since you sent it—you spoke in that letter of your parents—You must give my love

But I wonder whether we shall ever come together again, you & I, my loving soldier boy.

I send you my love, & must now bid you farewell for present, dear soldier boy.

[My ambition is] to give something to our literature which will be our own; with neither foreign spirit

Tell Charley that I have not forgotten him—I send him my love, & hope we may meet again one these days

It is as follows:— "O captain! my captain!

Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. "O captain!

my captain!

"My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse

But I with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead."

Then I feel sure it tells the meaning better than any of the former editions—My enemies, & those who

Louisville, Octo. 17 th 1866 My dear Mr Whitman; Herewith you will three dollars, the price of the copy

I have deeply regretted the fact, that I did not know your place to be temporary till after my resignation—I

Dwight, | My dear Sir, Your letter has come to hand, & I have to say in reply, that a new edition of

You will make the same disposition of these arms as was indicated to you, in a former case, in my letter

Sir: My attention has been called by the Secretary of the Treasury to the probable fact of the custody

that as the sentence, on that comparatively mild 7th count, was a cruel & heavy one—& that, waiving my

Price, & all My dear friends, I sent you a telegram, ten minutes ago, telling you that I have just succeeded

In the office, & my work, every thing goes on as usual.

Helen & Emmy, my dear friends, I send you my best love—Go over & see my mother when you can—Best remembrance

Leese's recommendations for the office of Marshal. 4th; My acceptance of Mr.

I have now to say that your resignation is accepted,—& I feel bound to add that my confidence in your

of your friend Hatcher to the notice of the President to-day, & that he gave a favorable response to my

My other item relates to one of whose merits as an author opinions differ widely.

"My days I sing, and the lands, with interstice I knew of hapless war.

Dear Hinton, The bearer, my friend, Mr.

My days I sing, and lands Lands —with interstice I knew of hapless war War .

Inflating my throat—you, divine average!

Open mouth of my , uttering gladness, Eyes of my , seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully

Nov. 12, 1866 My dear Sir: I send to you by the same mail which takes this note, a copy of my last poem

The age is over-squeamish, and, for my part, I prefer the honest nude to the suggestive half-draped.

I send my love to Jeff & George & Mat & all. Walt.

I do not know what they cost, but my impression is, that it was somewhere in the neighborhood of $800

I was appointed last Wednesday, my new grade & pay commence on Nov. 1st—I haven't got a letter from home

has gone to New York—he is badly afflicted with sore eyes, & has gone there to see the best oculists— My

My dear Mr. Taylor, I have received your letter of the 12th.

The friendly pages thereof have given me pleasure, & I wish to proffer you my friendship in response.

Dearest mother, I suppose you got two letters from me last week, Wednesday & Saturday—My cold still troubles

neuralgia—but I guess I shall get over it—I have good meals, I do not cook for myself, at present—but get my

forming on one of his eyes, & will have to undergo a surgical operation—Mother, I told you all about my

My dear Whitman, I received this morning from an old friend (Mr.

Grass were now in the possession of Horace Wentworth, a Boston publisher, whom Thayer characterized as "My

Wednesday—I am better than I was last week—not as well as I would like to be, but well enough to keep on with my

It is beautiful weather here to-day—I have got my new trowsers—$20!!—only think of that!

—it is lucky I wear my clothes a long while— Walt.

But as I am not willing you should be the loser, in such a manner, I send you my book, by same mail with