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Y., sought to be acquired for Customs' purposes; and to state that, in my opinion, the proposed conveyance
A happy New Year, my dear friend!—And here is a lot of luck for your new vol. of "Leaves."
My Dear Friend, W.H.
Piper , using my name.
My love to the O'Connors.
1870, letter to Trowbridge, Whitman announced that he had "engaged in electrotyping a new edition of my
year or more ago of some Boston publisher, or bookseller, who was willing (or perhaps wished) to sell my
See John Townsend Trowbridge, My Own Story (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1903), 265–67.
20 Jan. 1867 sunday Sunday afternoon my dear Walt i must write you a few lines and only a few to let
you know how we are i can hardly write on account of lameness in my right arm down toward my wrist it
redug between this and the great trenches it looks like destruction ) we are all pretty well except my
arm and sis she aint ain't very well she is by my side asleep in the rocking chair its very rare for
18 Jan 66 thursday Thursday januar January 17th My dear walt we are all as well as usual and have got
the smoke that helps her very quik quick off those bad spels spells good bie walter dear Jeffy makes my
21 Feb '67 21 of febuary February My dear Walter here we are with another awfull awful snow storm it
should go but i would have had a pretty hard time with dooing doing the work and davis to cook for with my
coal but i let every thing slide along but i think matty gets better) but we get along pretty well my
Thomas Jefferson "Jeff" Whitman wrote that Mason "used to be in my party on the Water Works" (see his
15 March 67 M 15 my dear walter i just write a line to you this friday Friday morning before breakfast
begins to look quite old jeff is to let him have 200 dollars he is in hopes of selling one to a sea captain
matty still has company mrs mason i felt walt as if i must write a line or two i am still troubled with my
wrist and my thumb it pains me some but i feel thankful i can dress myself and around Walt think you
long it treated mostly about a rabbitt rabbit in the wood house i must write to han as soon as i can my
arm keeps lame yet it gets up my arm more i got your letter yesterday walt with the money all safe if
was a little frightened at first seeing your writing dident didn't look at first at the burlington my
but but all well she says she calafornia when uncle comes home well walt i cant can't write much more my
warmer it will get better George has just been up and tells me they have sold one of the houses to the captain
he was captain of the contest taken by the alabamans in the war times) this peice piece was cut out
Thomas Jefferson "Jeff" Whitman wrote that Mason "used to be in my party on the Water Works" (see his
The name of the "captain" and the "contest taken by the alabamans" are unclear.
If a ship captain, it cannot be Homer C.
Blake, the captain of the USS Hatteras, the only Union warship taken by the CSS Alabama, because Blake
Or this captain may have been associated with a Union defeat in the land war.
27 Feb '67 februy February 27 my dear walt i feel as if i must write a few lines every time i get a letter
write every week but if i dont don't it seems as if i had something to doo do that i had neglected my
midling well sometimes i think im I'm real sick but it goes over i have been troubled with a pain in my
have had a mustard plaister plaster on part of the time i thought it helpt helped me some but i feel my
Thomas Jefferson "Jeff" Whitman wrote that Mason "used to be in my party on the Water Works" (see his
13 April 1867 April 13th My dear Walt it is saturday Saturday afternoon and martha is gone away and hattie
the bustle I have lived in the country so long it seemed quite strange i suppose Walt you have got my
waiting to take the letter i am about the same some days i feel very well then again i feel quite spry my
Mason who "used to be in my party on the Water Works" in his February 10, 1863 to Walt Whitman.
22 Oct. 1867 22 October Well Walter my dear i have just received your welcome letter with the 10 dollers
says if this medicine dont don't help me he know as any thing will sometimes i think it will help me my
Y., on a visit to my mother."
Oct 17th My dear Walt 1867 the post man has gone bye by and no letters, and its being thursday Thursday
i feel worried very much for fear it is gone as i dident didn't get it yesterday my usuall usual day
letter is gone i have been waching the letter man and he s he's past and no letter i feel real bad my
20 June 1867 thursday Thursday 10 oclock o'clock My dear Walt i received your letter yesterday with the
in all of Whitman's poetry, from the second stanza of Leaves of Grass (1855), "I lean and loafe at my
is sunday Sunday and no word nor letter have i got yet i am very confidant confident you have sent my
would hardly stop long enoughf enough for me to say any thing to him) all he said its it's none of my
fault none of my fault in A quick way and hurried on you have undoubtably undoubtedly got the letter
would get one or two common gowns sh e would stich stitch them for me and i was going to get one out of my
1867 August 1 my dear Walt i will try once more to write A line to say we are all about the same only
Dec. '67 thursday Thursday 26th My dear Walt i received your letter with the 5 doller dollars all first
more she is such a mischieveous girl i get up very early and that seems to be the only time i can get my
st Warren St. i think they will make a great deal out of the job in new york New York but it is only my
wensday Wednesday afternoon my dear walt i have got your letter with the 5 dollars and am oblige obliged
with much pleasure i make no doubt as the evening is so tedious as i cant can't work much if i doo do my
ever had such a bad coughf cough before i know how i should have got the meals if he had been home my
is somewhat better to day i have had mustard plasters acrost across my chest and i think it has done
me good i feel the soreness of the mustard but the soreness and distress in my side is much better)
last winter for all it was so very cold on the park i had to cover up my head to keep my ears from freezing
old days if i had none i believe i cant can't wr ite any more to night good bie walter dear my love
Sunday, August 11th/67 My dear Walt I received your letter and was right glad to get it I am in rather
fashionable calls but of course I must submit to it. but what I enjoy most of any thing else is sitting in my
the 6th inst. relative to proceedings pending in your District "to confiscate the property of the Captain
Oberlin Ohio Aug 9th 1867 Mr Whitman Dr Dear sir I take this opportunity to inform you that I have made my
trip to Wisconsin and returned here yesterday, and will soon be in Washington and hope my orders will
My dear friend, It gave me much pleasure to hear from you; and now I am quite full of gratitude for the
I shall keep my eyes wide open; and the volume with O'C's introduction shall come out just as it is.
My dear friend, I regret to say that our hopes of getting out the complete and arranged edition of your
My first feeling at hearing of this arrangement was one of regret.
In the next place it is far better, in my opinion and that of your real friends here, that the introduction
facts together with the assured social and literary position of Rossetti make him of all persons of my
Conway Observe my change of address Moncure D. Conway to Walt Whitman, 12 October 1867
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
editorial decisions, which included editing potentially objectionable content and removing entire poems: "My
My dear Walt, I introduce to you Mr.
Atlantic Av Your essay on Democracy stirred the depths within me I would say no flatering word to you my
I am unlearned and cannot see the same thoughts so as to form them in my mind yet their power is clear
on Earth and good will to man) was it ( Glory to God in the highest )—perhaps so if I had have put my
What a boon is Life. how glad I am every day that I am priveledged privileged to be one among my fellows
It is at my room 419 N.Y. av. . Please call for it. Yours truly Geo. F.
Mason, Towanda, Give my regards to Mr & Mrs O'Conner and friends that I met in Washington— I hope you
stiff with them—the Bullards I mean the people that are going to move in—the d—m cusses shant have my
water pipe unless the[y] behave decent—yet I suppose the Park people are mean enough to prevent my taking
I had the Times of Friday while eating my Breakfast on Sunday—that is pretty well isnt it.
stay here long—I begin to like the city better—Yet it dont come up to B[rooklyn] by a long chalk— Give my
March 19, 1867 Dearest mother, I got both your letters last week, & they were a relief to my mind—I want
Mother, all the news I have to write about my affairs, is the same old thing—we have had another long
this week—they have carried all their measures successfully over the President—I am writing this at my
hear—But, Mother, you must not worry about it—it will be arranged some way— There is nothing new in my
I write this at my desk—spring is quite advanced here—it is a damp, misty, cloudy forenoon—but pleasant—I
already—the grass & trees are beginning to look green—they have made a large flower garden right in front of my
idea for days & days, & of course suffered awfully—One of the watchmen of the Treasury, (formerly a Captain
Walt If Mary & the girls come, you must give them my love, & tell Mary I shall send her a small package
James Gray, Bookbinder 16 Spruce st. 4th floor, is the custodian of the sheets of my Leaves of Grass,
See John Townsend Trowbridge, My Own Story (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1903), 265–67.
My dear Sir: I send the article on Democracy. If satisfactory I should like $100 for it.
Y. on a visit to my mother, but I am now back here again, and am well as usual, and working in the same
There is nothing very new in my affairs.
—it is quite pleasant—mostly young people, full of life & gayety—then I go to my work at 9, & leave at
I wish you to give my love to your father & mother. They do not seem at all like strangers to me.
And now Alfred I must bid you farewell for the present, my loving boy & comrade.
Simpson My dear Sir: I have been absent in New York & Brooklyn & only returned three days ago.
At present, I can only say that if you are going into publishing & if you feel like taking hold of my
My address is at this office.
…One of my reasons for securing your friendship is my appreciation for you as a man, with knowing your
My dear loving boy, I wish things were situated so you could be with me, & we could be together for a
I must put something to you better than that in my letter.
So I will cheer my boy [&] tell you again, Benton, that I love you dearly, & always keep you in mind,
I am a married man but I am not happy for my disposition is not right.
1867 letter, Wilson acknowledged Walt Whitman's reply of April 12: "I do not want you to misunderstand my
motives in writing to you of my Situation & feelings as I did in my last letter or else I shall have
to be more guarded in my letters to you.
I wrote so because you wanted me to write how I was situated, and give you my mind without reserve, and
In reply to your note of some days since, in reference to acting as my agent, for sale of "Leaves of
As to me & my fortunes I am in pretty good health, thank God—& I am working in the Attorney General's
I send you my love, dear friend & soldier, & I hope this will find you well in health & in good spirits
next to Lewis Brown's in Armory Square Hospital in 1862 and 1863, and recalled Walt Whitman's visits: "My
My address is at the Attorney General's office here. (New York house, please forward this to Mr.
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,(says my grandmother's father;) We have
my Captain!
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 1 O CAPTAIN! my captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead. 2 O captain! my captain!
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!
self myself from my companions?
songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.
voice—approach, Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass; Be not afraid of my Body.
SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
O blossoms of my blood!
WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND? WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
MY LIKENESS! EARTH! my likeness!
THAT SHADOW, MY LIKENESS.
I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies—as I myself do;
WHO learns my lesson complete?
as every one is immortal; I know it is wonderful—but my eye-sight is equally wonderful, and how I was
And that my Soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your
O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! O ample and grand Presidentiads! New history!
(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men- aces menaces me—it will not support me;) O present!
it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—As if it were not indispensable to my
AS I sit with others, at a great feast, suddenly, while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it
if that were not the resumé; Of Histories—As if such, however complete, were not less complete than my
poems; As if the shreds, the records of nations, could possibly be as lasting as my poems; As if here