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Walter Whitman My Dear Friend: After the laps lapse of over 8 years, & to let you know that your memory
is yet fresh in my mind; I am mooved moved to write you this letter—I Came to this state after being
My health is not good & has not been since I was in the army—My family is well, & children going to school
March 19, 1873 Walt Whitman Dear friend, By my sister Nell's request I send you today by mail the best
copy I could find of my Medical Electricity.
more pretentious books, published by medical electricilians electricians in this country who have made my
I wrote to my sister my haunting fear that you might use electricity prematurely & incautiously & I rejoiced
I for one have felt my indebtedness to you for great thoughts & words more than ever before.
Dear Charley, My condition continues favorable—& if I dared to hope this will last & improve in proportion—indicates
Eldridge that he had paid Godey, my substitute, the money I sent on for his October pay."
same way this fragment does: "I am still doing as well as when I last wrote" on October 24, 1873, and "My
My head does not get right, that being still the trouble—the feeling now being as if it were in the centre
I keep pretty good spirits, however, & still make my calculations on getting well.
They are the rooms in which my mother died, with all the accustomed furniture, I have long been so used
I have written to Harry Douglas, my fellow clerk in the office, asking him to send me my letters here
My lift at the Ashton's was a great help to me—the change from the 15th st. rooms, & then the weather
I was so warm & snug & my nest was so well feathered; but I have really cut loose & do not expect to
I have just written to the Postmaster at Washington, asking him to forward my letters here, as I suppose
In my case there is no notable amendment—& not much change—I have irregular spells of serious distress
the day or night only, with intervals in which, (while I remain still,) I feel comparatively easy—but my
C[lerk] at which I am truly pleased —Nelly, as I suppose you will see this letter, I will send you my
& did he say any thing new about my sickness or symptoms?
Trübner & Company, Dear Sirs, Please make out acc't account of sales of my books, Leaves of Grass &c.
for the closing year, & remit me am't amount due, by mail here, by draft payable to my order.
please—the editor consenting—take two impressions, (proofs) similar to this & send me in this envelope for my
So they are off my mind." The poems appeared in the March 1874 issue (524–25).
you the Graphic, with piece by me, about the Capitol, which I suppose you rec'd—also same paper with my
& criticism by "Matador" —I have rec'd a letter lately from Eldridge—nothing new at Washington, in my
—Love to both of you—I am writing this up in my room—it is growing dark—I am going out to tea, to an
Dear friend, I suppose you got my postal card.
try to get around—have better spirits than I could expect—but on trial, the least exertion confuses my
But I am sitting here at present in my room, comparatively comfortable—& feel every hope that I shall
Sea Captains, Young or Old
My dear Edmund Yates, Pardon me for my forgetfulness about the pictures.
Walt Whitman My address here is Solicitor's Office, Treasury , and shall always be happy to hear from
Dear Son Pete, Here I sit again by the heater in the parlor, writing my weekly letter—I have just had
my dinner, some cold turkey & glass of Missouri wine &c.
—had been out to the P.O. some five or six squares distant—but have to take my time—Am still getting
is undoubtedly better, which, I hope will in time bring improvement in my walking, & in my head, &c
November 25, they print a portrait of my beautiful phiz. & a criticism on my books, one of the best &
get it Saturday—which may have made you some uneasy—but you need not be, as I still continue to hold my
proposed Centennial Exposition —I will send you pictures of the buildings soon— I am sitting here in my
& come and call on me, should he come to Philadelphia—Tell Wash Milburn, & Parker also, I send them my
at their bloody tricks till the U.S. (& perhaps England) steps in & kicks them out of Cuba—which in my
Dear Pete, dear son, I am sitting here in my room again writing to you—there is no particular change
in the situation—we are having some pretty cold weather here—I go out a little every day, but my walking
I suppose you got mine last Tuesday— —I have just had my dinner, bean soup, boiled beef, & pumpkin-pie
worse—it is now just after 2, & I am feeling quite comfortable—& hope this will find you all right, my
Dear Son Pete, Nothing very new with me—I continue about the same—my general strength the best it has
—As I write this holding the paper on my lap I am sitting here in the parlor, by the heater—have had
my dinner—drank quite a goblet of wine, which I believe has flown into my head.
I wear my old gray suit, & the old black overcoat,—& when very cold, or stormy my gray shawl—If you should
see me now leaning against Milburn's counter, you wouldn't see any difference from last winter —(but my
Dear boy Pete, Well, I am sitting here in the parlor again writing my weekly letter—as I write, the rain
feeling pretty bad, but it seems to be mostly from a severe cold in the head—anyhow I am having one of my
bad spells, of which I have gone through so many—had a bad night last night—but have eat my breakfast
week, & I have enjoyed sailing across the Delaware, & the splendid sunsets most every evening—it is my
you scratch down, as I sit here a great deal of the time, (& time is dull & lonesome, at the best)— My
—I send you some papers to-day— —There is nothing new with me, or my condition—My principal malady is
no worse)—but I have had for three or four days a wretched cold in the head, sore throat, most lost my
nice view for me to sit & look out—the letter carrier comes around in about an hour from now, & takes my
that's about the best I can say—continue to get out a little every day when the weather will permit—but my
last night) is to wear over—I got the stuff, it is first rate Middlesex flannel, cost $5, (same as my
necessary—must then be washed by some one experienced in washing nice flannels—I sent Graphic with my
portrait —(as they sent me some)—also my Capitol letter —I rec'd your good letter last Tuesday Dear
Nash—give them both my love—(I see just a line in the paper that Mr.
close, as we have had real winter here, snow & bad weather, & bad walking—I have been quite alone, as my
off to Delaware on Wednesday on a Christmas visit, to return to-morrow, Saturday—I am about the same—My
strength still keeps quite encouraging—I think is better than any time yet—my walking no better, & still
a good deal of distress in the head—but, as I said in my letter of Monday last, (did you get it Tuesday
is so much complicated machinery about one of these heaters with all the late improvements—give me my
Dear Pete, I want some things taken out of my trunk, & put in a bundle & sent here by express.
you this afternoon, to-morrow , or next will do just as well, as I am in no hurry— —You both go up in my
room & get them—I want My old gray suit , coat vest &, (I think there are two pair of pants) My old
August 29 . 75 My dear son, Your letter came all right last Monday, & the papers.
needn't mind the other Sunday papers—I send you Harper's magazine for September—I am still holding my
was glad to hear from you—I am still in a pretty bad way —I am writing this over at the office, at my
desk, but feel to-day more like laying down than sitting up—I do not walk any better, & my head has
strength—very slowly—& shall yet get well as ever—Every thing goes on about the same, in the sphere of my
impossible in reality— —I got a long letter from Dowden —he mentions you —As I sit I look over from my
were men out there in their shirt-sleeves raking it up—I have a big bunch of lilacs in a pitcher in my
My brother & I are pleased with your plan, in general—my brother favors the ground story of stone ,—but
—I am not very well to-day —but am up & have been out—am generally about the same as noted in my last
If you are willing to go into selling my books, I think you ought to have some of the little 30 brochure
& was glad to hear from you—I am still in a pretty bad way—I am writing this over at the office, at my
desk, but feel to-day more like laying down than sitting up—I do not walk any better, & my head has
strength—very slowly—& shall yet get well as ever — Every thing goes on about the same, in the sphere of my
is impossible in reality— I got a long letter from Dowden —he mentions you—As I sit I look over from my
were men out there in their shirt-sleeves raking it up—I have a big bunch of lilacs in a pitcher in my
April 17, '73 Dear Sir, Your letter of Feb. 8, '73, remitting my acc't account , and sales up to 1st
Also please return me, if convenient, the printed slip I forwarded you of my last acc't. with you, marked
Lee, Shephard & Dillingham whether they would not take my books, (the new editions) & job them.
There is beginning to be a steady, though moderate demand for my books, & if there were a good & permanent
My dear Dan Gilette, Your kind letter—with that of your English friend Chrissie Deschamps, (so full of
It seems to be a fluctuating & pretty stout struggle between my general physique & constitution, & my
My best regards & love to you, my friend, & to my English friends the same.
Pete, I am not having a very good time—My head troubles me—yesterday was as bad as ever—as far from well
employment for you—now I am here, crippled, laid up for God knows how long, unable to help myself, or my
about 3½ squares the other way, has I believe 6 or 7 cars—I get out & take a ride in them sometimes—my
I am about the same as to my sickness—no worse. Walt. Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 31 May [1873]
I am still about the same as when I last wrote—am no worse, & not much better—though I perceive my general
strength is at least as good as any time since I have been sick—My head still troubles me with pain
thinking that every thing with me might be a great deal worse—I can put up with all but the death of my
mother—that is my great sorrow that sticks—affects me just as much now, or more, than at the time.
cut out the piece below from a Philadelphia paper, thinking it might interest you—As is I sit here in my
Philadelphia—it is hard work, especially as I have no one to go with me—but I put a bold face on, & my
easily do if I would I should like much to go on the trips so handy & cheap, right as you might say from my
is to have every thing wanting—(Pete, dear son, there was $89 coming to you, of the money you put in my
love—also my love to Mr & Mrs.
Nash the next time you go there—so good by for the present my darling son, & you must keep good heart
morning—have something of the kind pretty often—Still it seems certain I am improving, generally,—& that my
rec'd a letter from Chas Eldridge—& another from Walter Godey, the young man who is working for me as my
to-day—nothing particular—send the Herald Did I tell you that a doctor I have talked with here says my
alone & think, for two hours on a stretch—have not formed a single acquaintance here, any ways intimate—My
in the morning, & keeps me a good bed & room—All of which is very acceptable—(then, for a fellow of my
run foul of any)—Still I generally keep up very good heart—still think I shall get well—When I have my
have got a letter from Charley Towner—I am finishing this by the open window—still in the rooms where my
makes it just right—I have been out just a little, but was glad to get back—I am feeling tolerable, but my
out, in a few minutes' walk—I have had two or three quite good spells this week,—sufficient to arouse my
My appetite still holds out—& my sister cooks very nice, gets me what I want— Pete your letter of 8.
My brother Jeff has been on here this week from St. Louis—got in a car in St.
desk, from what I hear from my substitute —He writes me now & then—does my work very well, & more work
I have a great deal of pain in my head yet—no let up.
Farewell my loving son, till next time. Walt. I send a small bundle of papers.
My head has some bad spells, & a touch or more nearly every day, & my locomotion is still as clumsy as
am happy in not having any of those spasms of three weeks since, & indeed I have glimpses again of my
Louis, from my brother Jeff—I am very fond of it for breakfast, can eat it every day—(My appetite is
my love to Wash Milburn—I am writing this up in my room, 3 o'clock, pleasant weather, sun shining, window
Good bye for this time, my loving boy. Walt. Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 24 October [1873]
October 31 . 1873 1874 or 5 Dear boy Pete, My condition remains about the same—I don't get ahead any
to notice—but I hold my own, as favorable as I have stated in my late letters, & am free yet from the
Besides I think upon the whole, my general strength is the best it has been yet—for an interval every
Eldridge that he had paid Godey, my substitute, the money I sent on for his October pay.— Washington
Good bye for this time, my loving boy. Walt.
only 5 minutes from Philadelphia ferry, foot of Market st Department of Justice Washington. 187 I send my
Give them my address.—I shall be happy to hear from them. I saw Mrs.
Singing Thrush" (March 15, 1873, later called "Wandering at Morn"), "Spain" (March 24, 1873), "Sea Captains
days—I walk very clumsily yet, & do not try to get around by walking—but I think I am stronger now, & my
writing this over at the office—It is pleasant here, but cloudy & coolish—Mother, I suppose you got my
envelopes & I will send them—write whenever you can—I think I shall be able to soon give a good account of my
Washington: "walt if you think you cant get a house for us to live in dontdon't worry about me. i shall live my
Drinkard—he rubs the handles over my leg & thigh, for perhaps twenty minutes—the shock is very perceptible—it
not sure) it is Jule Mason —it is quite interesting—I am going to work for a couple of hours now at my
Please unlock the case where my books & pamphlets are in Mr.
The bad spells in my head continued at short intervals all through Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.
ready to have them, and pretty sick and sore and bad, especially in head, confusing me, and affecting my
I have rewritten my Will, with some slight changes and additions, and placed it in the pocket of my trunk
here. … Ate my breakfast like a man this morning.
My eyes gave out before through. . . .
My improvement is not much in the head troubles, & hardly any in my left leg, but very perceptible in
my strength & vim generally— & my confidence remains (still unaffected in the main, by all the tediousness
took, at my own price at once & sent me the money)—They are in type, and I have read the proofs.
So they are off my mind.
Nelly, my dear, I received your welcome letter last evening. I am waiting for the photos of my St.
Dear Sir, I am delighted to please you in so trifling a matter as signing the pictures for your—and my—English
My dear Rossetti, The bearer of this note is Col. Richard J.
I am perfectly satisfied with the selections from my poems—and feel grateful to you for your kindness
My address remains the same—Solicitor's Office, Treasury, here. W.W.
These must have been my Selections of American Poems in the series Moxon's Popular Poems. W.M.R."
. … My brother thinks (and I think so, too) that if you have not committed yourself, you could not do
Bielby, & Dear Doctor, I read the letter of Oct. 29, (full of good kindliness & sympathy—My general physique
still [ke]eps up, the battle with my [se]rious special cerebral ailment—& I think the physique will
yet carry the day—& that I shall come back to Washington, & see you all again—though my case is very
Bielby—will be in my room to-morrow, Wednesday, from 10 to 11 ½ forenoon—Will always be happy to have