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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

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

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

Though it is but a few days since I posted a letter my dearest friend, I must write you again—because

I cannot help it, my heart is so full—so full of love & sorrow and struggle.

Soon soon as ever my boy has one to love & care for him all his own, I will come, I may not before, not

if it should break my heart to stop away from you, for his welfare is my sacred charge & nearer & dearer

than all to me verily my God, strengthen me, comfort me, stay for me—let that have a little beginning

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."

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

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

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 you know wat what good times Petter and your selfe self and me had together Walt how is Harry my

not Receved Received no answer as yet but you must tell him that you have herd heard from me and give my

love to him and take a good share your self give my love to all the Boys on the Rail Road as mr sailor

to go to the D. and so forth Walt I want you to write to me as soon as you get this you must excuse my

me George D Cole Tottenville Staten Island in care of Cap t JW Sprague how is old car no number 29 my

conventions" and even other Philosophers and Poets shall not "master"—And so I ask you, did I not conduct my

(My last before this were July 18 and Aug 14 I will relieve you of any fears that I shall (of myself)

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

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.

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

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

This X is taken from my rent money, and makes us much short on rent.

with eight failures of those owing us, and many of the books that were supposed to be sold for cost by my

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

Joaquin Miller '75 see notes June 20 1888 Highland Falls Orange Co County New York State Sept. 5, 75 My

Do keep up my dear fellow there is lots in the tomorrows for you and I want you to live to see the Great

London Earls Colne Aug. 28. 1875 My dearest Friend Your letter came to me just when I most needed the

comfort of it—when I was watching and tending my dear Mother as she gently, slowly, with but little

I do not need to tell you anything my dearest friend—you know all—I feel your strong comforting hand—I

I had all my children with me at the funeral— O the comfort your dear letter was & is to me.

My children join their love with mine. Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 28 August 1875

Walt Whitman— Dear friend— ui gust (of a degree) with my sur take write what may yet be of entertain

make previously plowed d for g and hoeing, (the first in months,) I went to our p a view writing to my

So as I had to pass by there way to in law's home (where my d I stop k to show to my own folks No father

I left him with a statement your work, and the wond chan ge in my estimate of it change.

What I said about my and my wrecking us, was immediately occa apparent ect and danger of a severe inistered

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

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

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

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

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

others . . . want but I am glad to get along and be most well I can allways always find work again 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.

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 berry crop & other crops were much injured.

I think I shall send my wife down there this winter; in the mean time I wish you would look into it.

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

to hear that you have sick so long I have been sick with the Chills & Fever I have had wine to day my

20 of June so I am alone I am at the same employment yet I have plenty of work but the pay is small My

well before he went away he has been better cine they have been there they are near the Salt water my

wife is well the young Lady you met with me at the Cor Corner of Fulton and Cart Sts Streets that is my

Wednesday I went to Hartford to the reunion of the Vetrans Veterans and spent two days I met a good many of 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

But first let me explain part of my head-line.

"But I, for my poems—What have I? I have all to make .

I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New York to pay you

my respects.

My enemies discover fancy ones.

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

buildings which form so common a style of residences of the moderately "well-off" Southerners—especially of my

In the other sub-valley (my term) the big, broad mountain and gentle undulations of the valley itself

grown men The Negroes are mostly in two c lusters about two or three miles northeast and southwest of my

My mother was married at 26 and died 29, the day I was born—she of a family of ters from Virginia —her

audiences—you can that disposition to give away all you —you can travel, see more of the world, see me and 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.

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

—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

If there is I will do it if it is in my power.

My Wife is quite sick and has been for the past two weeks. The Children are all well as usual.

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.

week and I was glad to hear from you This leaves me all well hopeing hoping it may find you the same My

with a paper that I received from there some time ago you want me to write all the particulars about my

Gais, Switzerland June 13 1875 My dear Sir I was very much delighted some weeks ago to receive a copy

Time does not diminish my reverential admiration for your work, nor do the unintelligent remarks of the

My permanent address is: Clifton Hill House Clifton, Bristol.

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 &

New York City June 8th, 1875 My dear Whitman: During my wanderings in the tropics, with my nervous system

When I was a boy I read extracts from your first book, in a "Putnam's Mag." review—the "little Captain

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

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

May 27, 75 My dear Walt Whitman Your kind letter is received and the sad news of your ill health makes

However my dear friend as you have lived from within and nor from without I am sure you will be able

request; but I cannot say to day or yet tomorrow for I am in the midst of work and am not altogether my

Till I see you my dear friend and fellow toiler goodbye Yours fitfully Joaquin Miller Joaquin Miller

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

London May 18, 1875 My dearest Friend, Since last I wrote to you at the beginning of April (enclosing

at Colne) I have been into Wales for a fortnight to see Percy & have looked, for the first time in my

That is the end of my long story.

My children are all well & growing & unfolding to my heart's content.

Goodbye my dearest Friend. A. Gilchrist. Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 18 May 1875

Besides numerous other "good" people as almost everybody else would call them, I have in my mind the

instance of my first wife—a girl whom I became acquainted with at a school I attended in my 15th year

in the business of could keep her really contented with out ing my principles.

When it became necessary in order to retain my home that reconstruct my family, I preferred to be content

me "one bit" , and few of my near relatives lost their lives or otherwise badly "hurt".