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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

myself in memory of Poe, which I have obeyed; but not the slightest impulse to make a speech, which, my

Even my own objections draw me to him at last; and those very points, with his sad fate, will make him

That figure of my lurid dream might stand for Edgar Poe, his spirit, his fortunes, and his poems—themselves

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

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

—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

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.

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.

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

Floyd, Dear Sir, As far as I can tell by my impression—which is a very vague one, for I have never seen

I am still unwell from my cerebral trouble—but still looking for better times, & counting on them.

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

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

, 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

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

—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

My dear Walt Whitman (Somehow the Mr does not come well before Walt Whitman).

broken ground, glad also that you find something to approve of in a work so utterly unlike your own as my

I am this morning starting with my wife & Sons on a tour to the Continent.

in an extreme hurry, packing up & after these few words must bid you goodbye, not without expressing my

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

My dear Mr. Editor, Would this piece be available for the Magazine?—The price is $100.

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

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

June 17, '75 1875 My dear Stedman, I have rec'd received your kind note, & am pleased that you remember

I shall select some scrap of my MS. & send you soon.

Real and Ideal) all sorts of things, prose & (my) poetry.

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

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

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 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 &

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

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 dear Mr.

spirits—not well enough to go out in the world & go to work—but not sick enough to give up either, or lose my

till I read it, how much eligibility to passion, character and art arousings was still left to me in my

Don't mind my long silences.

My illness has not lifted since I last wrote you, & is still upon me—the last two or three months the

Walt Whitman Before enveloping my letter, I take a good long, long look at the photographs—with all their

, not without solemnity—which you must understand without my writing it—comes over me, like a little

sun–cloud, this vapory day—& with that, & once again my love, I close.

4–6, 1874, she wrote: "I believe if I could only make you conscious of the love, the enfolding love my

letter) she had received Whitman's ring "that put peace and joy and yet such pain of yearning into my

heart—pain for you, my Darling & sorrowing helpless love that waits and must wait useless, afar off,

Friend, be indulgent, as indeed I know you will be, of these poor letters of mine with their details of my

Louis, July 5th 1875 My dear Walt Although you hear from us so seldom yet we do not forget you—I expected

I noted the French Review—fain would I have read it, but alas I can only read my own tongue.

meaning of much I see in other tongues, but alas though I often call up spirit alas—comes to aid me at my

of real Kinship between your two natures I felt sorry to find you had not fully grasped the hand of my

I find in my travels and talks with men, many of their poor hard toiling souls to whom his Poems are

least try. we are far apart that is true. yet even here something I might do as a manifestation of my

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

so that my reference to it will not be of use to you. I help all I can here its circulation.

"the Gita" is one of my favourite Books, it is the gem of all Indian lore. it is as wide in its teachings

—but what is it that is not so. and to Carlyle and my own nature too and lastly to you and your teachings

I pause in my thoughts on all such, and gaze on them in wonderment—even with awe and silence too.— How

Will my subscription to your New Edition of your works, if sent you direct to America, be of any real

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

My dear Walt Whitman, I write you these lines from a little village two miles from Weimar, where I have

If the language did not impact my fancy and ideas I should have a great deal to tell you.

Copenhagen, August 18, 1875 My dear Walt Whitman.

Society, I pressed him for two years ago (when he had previously sent me some very fine articles for my

But all the striking expressions, all the elaborate work of the thought, is fading away beneath my feather

I am never saying exactly what I would say, and you know, my dear friend, that this is a great pain to

Aug 20, 1875 Aug 16 th 1875 Dear Uncle Walt I received your Postal Card. but I was away to work when my

will say that we are well as common I am going to California in November if the Lord will permit that my

I had an auction yestarday yesterday 4 of March to sell my Personally personal troperty property as I

told you in my other letter I have rented my farm of 35 acers acres for 5 years I would like to see

Why can not you com come & see my family I have a wife & littel little Girl 5 years old this month When

the house I felt proud of it myself I will have to get a frame for it and hang it up on the wall Walt my

We move about half a mile from this place my Post office will be the same (address) your in hast haste

I hope that you will not be offended at the imperfect way in which I have tried to express my faith in

This last pleasure has been denied me; but one of the pleasantest memories of my life is the recollection

I went the other day by appointment to visit him at his home in Camden, and after my usual quantum of

A few commonplace words and I settled my mind to business.

I project the future—depend on the future for my audience.

I know perfectly well my path is another one. Most of the poets are impersonal; I am personal.

In my poems all revolves around, radiates from, and concentrates in myself.

It was there that I hastened to seek my old friend Walt Whitman on the first morning after my arrival

when the federal troops occupied the village of Falmouth on the Rappahannock river, the house owned by my

father, where my early life was passed, was used as a hospital, and it was in that house that Walt began

On the day after my call, Walt came to see and dine with me, and I had many hours' conversation with

all right it has allways always seemed to me since our Son came home that some of us should to you my

hard place indeed you have seen some of the hardship of it perhaps all you wish to see or even hear of my

and stay with me this winter they are with me this winter Joseph is in the lumberwoods this winter my

health is very good iwas I was not well for about one year after my husbands husband's death almost

to see you wemay we may see eachother each other yet sometime if you Canot Cannot read this send you my

eachother each other yet our Children are anxious to see you the picture you sent Bethuel looks some like my

grandfather Deen that is my fathers father's father if Harvy Allen and Sally should go to philadelphia

about two miles from glensfalls Glens Falls iwent I went to meeting one Sunday evening and enjoyed my

fashioned hymns and old tunes it seemed like old times when young idont I dont now know as you can read my

riting writing but we feel anxious to hear from you and how you get along god bless you with my best