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I hereby acknowledge the receipt of your kind letter of 2 Feb, which has been in my hands for some days

Of course my letter has gone to Washington.

I am closing in these days my article on you—.

But yet I must exchange my token for yours—brazen for golden gifts, as the Greek poet said.

The misfortune of my poem is that it presupposes much knowledge of antiquity—as for instance that this

My cold hangs on, though not so bad as at first.

The state of the weather, & my cold, &c. have rather blocked me from having my usual enjoyment here,

trouble)—I go out a couple of hours middle of the day, but keep in nights— —I have got the new edition of my

enclosed, as you may need it—Should you want more, you write, as I have plenty—I am writing this up in my

butter—every thing tip-top—get along well enough—you must try to do the same—so good bye, for this time, my

English edition of your works—verbatim, without any retrenchments; and I have gone so far as to offer my

I have the shackles on my shoulders still.—but I have no wings.

If you care to know who it is that writes this my name is Abraham Stoker (Junior).

My friends call me Bram. I live at no 43 Harcourt St Dublin.

I am ugly but strong and determined and have a large bump over my eyebrows.

I say it to my own shame but not to my regret for it has taught me a lesson to last my life out—without

editorial decisions, which included editing potentially objectionable content and removing entire poems: "My

the pipes through the house, & burst them yesterday, causing great trouble—I too have got a bad cold, my

three hours during the day)— I will only write this very short letter to you this time, but send you my

love, my darling son—I think about you every day dear son—will write more, soon—here is a kiss for you

letter to you this time—I feel pretty well, but don't seem to feel like writing—Good bye for to-day, my

Dear friend, I send by same mail with this, my latest piece, copied in a newspaper —& will write you

I suppose you duly received my former letters (two)—I ought to have written something about your children

in your letter of last summer, July 23d, which I have just been reading again)—Dear boys & girls—how my

I am still living here in employment in a Government office—My health is good—Life is rather sluggish

Rossetti quite a long letter —My present address is Solicitor's Office, Treasury, Washington, D. C.

This is my permanent address.

I live here in a large old house wh. belonged to my father—a house on a hill among trees looking down

Yet I felt that if you liked my poem you would write.

In these I trust the spirit of the Past is faithfully set forth as far as my abilities allow.

The little girl in one of them is my youngest child.

That the papers are in my hands you probably are informed of at present.

I am at present composing my article; in the of March it shall be in your hands.

Democratic Vistas" to the Professor Rasmus Nielsen, one great Scandinavian philosopher and according to my

I am still here at Washington—every thing much the same in my condition as when you made your brief visit

here.— I continue well in health & good spirits—& as usual spend much more of my leisure in the open

I am very soon going on to New York to bring out a new edition of my poems—same as the copy you have,

—shall remain there until about 7 th of April—(my address there will be, 107 north Portland av.

I shall mail to you in a few days my latest piece, in a magazine.

I wish to know whether you have safely received the particular copy of the last edition of my poems,

I shall send you, probably by next mail, my latest piece, in a western magazine for February.

Also a second copy of my pamphlet "Democratic Vistas"—If the first copy reached you, send the second

America —about April 10, I shall return here again, & my address will be — I am writing this at my desk—as

above, Treasury Building, middle of afternoon—From my great south window I can see a far-stretching

Clausen, termed in Schmidt's letter "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

My dear Mr.

To these mostly my habits are adjusted.

This to give you a clearer notion—(and I distinctly wish my friends in England writing about my book

Nothing in my life, nor result of my book, has brought me more comfort & support every way—nothing has

I have sent him my last edition, to care of Ellis & Green.

Writing to Whitman on October 30, 1871, Burroughs said: "Rossetti I am drawn toward, and though my first

Washington Jan. 29, 1872 My Dear Redfield, The $25 you sent me last week duly arrived, for which please

accept this Receipt, & my thanks.

firm was in bankruptcy, Redfield noted that the balance due Whitman ($63.45) "will have to go in with my

I think my estate will pay 50 cents on the dollar: hope so at any rate."

I wish to forward you a copy of my book—as I shall presently bring out a new edition.

1871 that his poem "is of course implicit already in your Calamus, especially in 'Scented herbage of my

out—(George turned 'em out for impudence to mother)—I write every other day, & send papers & stuff—My

like to come on, according to your invitation, & pay you a good visit, but it is doubtful this time—My

But I should like to have a good long visit home, & be with mother—my getting leave does not work yet

as I hoped—but I expect to fix it somehow, & go home before very long—I am very well this winter—My

Dear sister Mat, & Hatty & California, love to you all—I am writing this at my desk, toward noon, very

NW, Jan 24/72 Dear Friend, I send you photographs of my eldest and youngest children I wish I had some

against a terrible sense of inward prostration, so it has not my natural expression, but I think you

And see my faults flaws shortcomings too dear Friend.

My Husband was taken from us too young to be able to have made any provision for his children.

I have a little of my own—about £80 a year: & for the rest depend upon my Mother whose only living child

I wish each to be told my remembrance (or to see this letter if convenient).

positions & ideas in your Westminster article—and radiating from the central point of assumption of my

I would say that (as you of course see) the spine or verteber principle of my book is a model or ideal

(And I want my friends, indeed, when writing for publication about my poetry, to present its gay-heartedness

And now, my dear friend, I must close.

Clausen ) my poems "Leaves of Grass"—and little prose work "Democratic Vistas"—also a piece I recited

My verse strains its every nerve to arouse, brace, dilate, excite to the love & realization of health

Meanwhile, abroad, my book & myself have had a welcome quite dazzling.

Freilegrath Freiligrath translates & commends my poems.

For all, accept my friendliest good wishes. Direct Walt Whitman Washington, D. C.

Clausen, termed in Schmidt's letter "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

It was in my hands two days before the beginning of the new year.

This unexpected delay makes me very sorry; my mind is full of your poems, but naturally I won't beginn

begin to write before having in my hands as complete materials as possibly possible .

Clausen, who Rudolf Schmidt called "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

Saturday though I have little or nothing to write about—I am sitting here alone in the office, writing by my

Jan 3 18 72 Dear Sirs: Wishing to close up matters, I solicit, as early as convenient, an answer to my

letter of about two weeks since, (in response to yours of a day or two previous) in relation to my books

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

come home, (if nothing happens more than at present known) and stay two months, & then return here to my

leave without pay—I want to come home for a while, both to be home, & to see about the new edition of my

included in any subsequent editions of Leaves of Grass, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My