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In my condition they are trebly welcome.

My tedious prostration continues—primarily and mainly an obstinate & baffling cerebral affection, on

Yes, I shall, unless prevented, bring out a volume this summer, partly as my contribution to our National

My dear Einstein, On coming back here, I find your letter of the 20th.

My paralysis has left me permanently disabled, unable to do any thing of any consequence, and yet with

ago, I bought a nice cheap lot, intending to put on a small house to haul in, & live out the rest of my

I had, & yet have I have a sort of idea that my books, (I am getting ready, or about have ready, my completed

But my means, meagre at the best, have gone for my expenses since, & now, while not hitherto actually

Am so fixed that it is very convenient for my friends to call—Love to you.

Walt Whitman My brother & sister well—brother full of business— The following are responsible for particular

or giving any very deep or elaborate analysis of them, in connection with the Emerson question, (as my

brain is in a state not allowing thought, argument or study)—but still I will give you my first impressions

Manuscript as first rate , (including the opening part)—My opinion is that you had perhaps better work

it all over, & leave out at least half— About the allusions to me, my off–hand thought is that my name

might be brought in, in one or two places, as foil or suggestive comparison— but my name only , without

I could convey no idea to you of how it affects my soul.

I got it, looked into it with wonder, and felt that here was something that touched on depths of my humanity

December 17 Dear John Burroughs, I have been back here two weeks & over—My Washington jaunt occupied

Best love to 'Sula Ursula , & to Jenny Grant if there— My new edition is nearly ready—Two Vols Volumes

Walt)—just now though he is quite sick, but I opine will get along—The rest all very well, except that my

I hear young Walt raising his song, in the room overhead as I conclude my letter— Love to you, as always

, my friend— Walt.

Houghton wrote to Joaquin Miller on September 1, 1875, from Chicago: "Please give my best regards to

To Burroughs on June 9, 1875, Dowden admitted that "my article on Victor Hugo is only partially satisfactory

My dear friends, John R. & Rebecca B.

I wonder if you either of you have any idea how the otherwise monotony of my Camden existence has been

I have had them put in type for correctness & my private use.

March 19 Think I am getting round to my former state—(Still some bad spells)—go out when the weather

Philadelphia by cars & ferry—but bad, very bad spell all night—Eat my breakfast this morning, & here

—Pete there is nothing new in my case, & no prospect more than usual of anything sudden —but it seems

may-be there is something more favorable ahead—I busy myself a little every day writing—I want to fix my

Dearest Son, I saw the RR. smash the first thing in the paper in the morning, & run my eyes over the

others , of such accidents, is because they run such a route, over a single track —you may remember my

still I have a sort of feeling not to give it up yet—keep real good spirits—don't get blue, even at my

weather is bright & pleasant here to-day, but cool for the season, & the most backward I have ever known—My

—love to my darling son— Walt Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 30 April [1875]

Captain "Tim" Buchanan, a conductor on one of the trains, was hospitalized.

I still keep a little at work—there is a printing office here, where I am doing my work—they are young

considerate & respectful to me—fix every thing in type, proof, &c. just to suit me—I am leisurely preparing my

Come when you can, my darling boy.

, but up—yours of March 5 rec'd and welcomed—O how I should like to see you, every day , dear Mitch—my

On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would

—My book Leaves of Grass as now printed, is in its permanent form—My other Vol. of equal size Two Rivulets

, (i.e. of Real and Ideal) will comprise all my other writings, Prose & Verse , & is now being put into

America July 31, '75 My dear Rudolf Schmidt , Your letter of July 17, from near Wiemar has just reached

I do not recover my health —for over two months past have been worse than ever, but feel better to–day

world, as an active worker—& the best I look for is to keep up, by care & moderation, & have the use of my

mind as so far, with the partial use of my physical powers, for whatever term of life I have yet to

this forenoon, riding in a street car—& to the printing office, where I am printing a little book, my

My general strength, however, from fair to middling.

Dont feel to leave my anchorage here, just now—but hope yet to take advantage of your affectionate &

Sept 14 My dear Linton, I rec'd a letter to–day from Moncure Conway (just arr'd arrived here from England

Sunday , March 28 Dear Linton, My note of yesterday, (or day before,) asking for the bill was written

To-day, better, I have just taken up yours to read a second time, (as I generally do with my friends'

My dear Linton; I want you to have printed very nicely for me 1000 impressions of the cut, my head, to

Yes, I shall, unless prevented, bring out a volume this summer, partly as my contribution to our National

My dear Mr. Rossetti, Let me by this introduce to you an old and valued friend of mine, J. B.

I beat and pound for the dead; I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.

white locks at the runaway sun; I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags."

It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life."

"Between my knees my forehead was,— My lips, drawn in, said not, Alas!

My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass."

Walter Storms April 26—75 Pascack Apr. 20 1875 My dear Friend, Mr.

to hear from you so soon after writing nevertheless, I was just as glad to hear from you, I wrote in my

inches of snow and people rode with the sleigh, there are no gardens made yet, but I have plants in my

I am not much of a young man yet, I am 17 years old, all but a few days, but very small for my age I

Walter Storms Aug '75 Paskek, Aug. 9/75 My Dear Friend I received a Postal card from you yesterday.

As a further clue to my identity, I may tell you that I am editor of this paper and English correspondent

I hope you will excuse me for not writing sooner I have been laid up with a pain in my back ever since

I am agoing going to have it framed if nothing happens I want that Picture to remain in my family as

hopeing hoping this may find you improving in health .. also with much love & many thanks from myself & my

Box 1188 May 19, 1875 My dear Whitman, Why have I not written to you? Why has not Spring come?

Aug: 21, 1875 My dear Whitman: First—how are you getting on?

trip with some friends, one of them being the daughter, whom I had known from childhood, of one of my

My wife is greatly interested in you & what concerns you, & bids me not fail to say that she "admires

that her sister, then perhaps barely 17 years of age, seemed more fascinated with your poems, when my

Last month I for the first time in my life faced a public audience (in Birmingham) to deliver a lecture—on

criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my

Howard Lake, Minn Minnesota July 21, 1875 My Dear Friend Walt I was glad to hear from you But Sory Sorry

to know that your Health was not Improving But glad that you remember me My health's Failig Failing

I am trying for an Envelid Invalid Pentian Pension I have Now only the Need of to two witnesses of my

M D Halans is my agent St.

Paul Howard Lake is Improving Fast I wished you would come and visit this place My wife sends her Best