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431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey April 9 '81 My Dear Miss Gilder Thanks for the slips of No: Number
I send my two Vols: Volumes Leaves of Grass and Two Rivulets , by mail same address as this note.
I notice that is the way you always use me, but I will get square with you when I go off on my lecturing
compliance with your request in letter of 28th I this day send you by mail to same address as this card my
. & all the boys & girls as usual— Nothing very new with me—I suppose you have rec'd received my pieces
about ten days ago —trust you are yourself again in sound health by this time —I believe I wrote last my
chilled —felt the effects two months—am now pretty well over it, & expect to be as usual till next time—My
My breath is so short, I cannot walk, which is a privation."
when we meet, Tom—but some six weeks ago was careless enough to get badly chill'd chilled all through my
My great loafing place out there is a big old woods, mostly pine & oak, but lots of laurel & holly, old
Broadway New York from the top of an omnibus—at other times along the seashore at Coney Island)— Tom, my
filled & I must close—I wanted to write something about the running & matches, but must postpone it—Give my
love to all my friends there & you yourself, dear boy— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Thomas Nicholson
all through February, but am coming round, same as before—I go down three or four days at a time to my
Reminiscences so well & strongly praised in the Herald , the Critic & every where, don't confirm or add to my
No, I have had no call to deliver my Lincoln lecture in New York or Brooklyn this Spring—& no arrangements
visit from 4 to 6½—But today it is raining & blowing at a great rate, & I am staying in writing,—give my
Sir Yours of yesterday rec'd received —in response to which—without further ceremony—I forward you my
once or twice, you find it is nothing to be afraid of— I have been busy all the forenoon fixing one of my
Y New York paper, the Critic —they give me $10 a piece for them, & want several more—I make use of my
time this reaches you—It is now noon & I must get out a bit —I went out & took a short stroll, but my
March 6 Dear friend The days go along with me pretty much after the old sort, though I dont don't get my
did in the fall & early winter—I busy myself writing some & reading a little—am doing quite well with my
books, & have been all winter—when the weather permits I try to get out, but my strength soon fails
think of coming down next Friday to stay two or three days at any rate—a friend of mine here about my
a long letter from her last week—Susan I am afraid this is not a very lively letter—I have just had my
am always glad to get any letters from you dear boy)—Harry, you certainly know well enough you have my
it all—I go back to the times at Timber Creek beginning most five years ago, & the banks & spring, & my
should not be a living man to-day —I think & remember deeply these things & they comfort me— & you my
—Of the occasional ridiculous little storms & squalls of the past I have quite discarded them from my
you will too—the other recollections overtop them altogether, & occupy the only permanent place in my
431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey Feb: 22 '81 My dear Eustace Conway I am sorry I was out when you
Camden Feb: 22 Evening My dear friend I still keep around & have been over to Philadelphia this afternoon
Before the window where I do my morning work, there is an old lilac tree, dating from my grandmother's
Forgive my assurance, and, if possible give me that pleasure of that great recompense for being so unknown
431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey Feb: 20 '81 My dear Mr Longfellow A friend in Canada—to whom I am
Feb 16/81 My dearest friend, At last I am beginning to feel myself again after a four months spell of
I feel as if my usual good health has made me obtuse & unsympathetic towards the ailing.
It was very hard for us to be sundered during my illness—but was the right thing to do, she was so much
My letter seems all about myself but then I want you to know why I have been so long silent.
I send you a photo of my little grandson. Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 16 February 1881
& fixing the ground , more & more & more—& now that the seed is dropt dropped in it sprouts quickly—my
own feeling ab't about my book is that it makes (tries to make) every fellow see himself , & see that
real, & are mostly within reach of all—you chew on this— Hank, I am still feeling under the weather—My
had a strange chill, rattled me for two hours lively—one or two since but milder—the doctor thinks my
431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey Feb: 6 '81 My dear J L G I send you the Carlyle piece as requested
forget to mention before (& perhaps is not strictly needed any how) I reserve the right to print any of my
get out of the house—but with Spring & good weather shall no doubt be all right again—I truly hope, my
I see that Jan: 6 I sent you my circular in answer to previous letter from you—that is the only correspondence—I
But as in all such cases, I consider it my obligation & loss.
I send the Two Volumes, to you, same mail with this—The Two embody all my works—the little Vol's being
for $12.50 on Jan: 22—I write to-day that I have not seen or heard of any such order, but consider it my
have not stirred out—the roads and rivers here all block'd blocked with snow and ice—the last week my
Rice, to me about a week after the piece appeared, one of the most eulogistic, solid acceptances of my
25 Chesham Street S.W 31 January 1881 My good friend, It was a kind thought of yours sending me your
I will not trouble you with more of my views of this subject!
Camden Sunday afternoon Jan: 30— My dear friend, I rec'd received your good letter some days since, &
write you—it is now ½ past 2, after dinner, & I have been writing & fixing up a composition alone in my
Dear Friend and Master You see I am now back in my own country.
I am staying, with my wife (I have been married about 18 months) at my father's house.
You did not say anything about my translation of Epictetus which I sent you.
I want it as a present for a friend, so don't write my name in the beginning.
Indeed the friend is my wife—so on second thoughts I would be glad, & so would she, if you would write
silent thoughts of God, & death—& not at all in what he says , nor in Sunday or prayer meeting gas —My
431 Stevens Street Camden Jan: 26 '81 My dear friend I am sorry to have to send you word that I am not
unable to meet you & the other friends at dinner—I send you herewith a couple of pictures (I call it my
Quaker picture) —one is for your father —also the books herewith—also my love to you— Walt Whitman Walt
431 Stevens Street, Camden, Jan: 26 '81 My dear friend I am sorry to have to send you word that I am
unable to meet you & the other friends at dinner— I send you herewith a couple of pictures (I call it my
Quaker picture)—one is for your father—also the books herewith —also my love to you— Walt Whitman Walt
Jany January 22 188 1 Walt Whitman Esq My Dear Sir: I take great pleasure acknowledging the receipt of
Jan 21 1881 Walt Whitman My dear Sir Permit me to thank you on behalf of the readers of the Review for
be able to afford to the readers of the Review frequent opportunity of being instructed by you I am my
It tickles my diaphragm to see you run huge subsoil prairie plough so deep down under the feet of the
My heart, at least, swells with gladness & pride on account of honors this winter.
I can't for my poor self at any rate.
I am not accustomed thus to present my claim to acquaintanceship with writers.
I will believe this also, adding it to my "creed" the "I believes", of my religion which years ago I
I was certain my dear brother would not ask me to read a bad book.
That was my hour of triumph for my poet. For I had heard Mr.
If I were younger I would strive with all my to do something worthy of my worship of your genius, worthy
invitation to write an article on Longfellow for the World —but I shall have to decline—I cannot get my
forthcoming number of the N A North American Review for February, in which I have ventilated some of my
431 Stevens Street Camden Sunday afternoon Jan: 16 My dear friends You havn't haven't sent for the two
I was out once or twice sleighing—my brother took me—his mare Nelly is in fine condition—pretty lively—makes
things fly sometimes I have been in all day reading & writing—I have put up two sets of my books, to
farmer—well if he is satisfied, it is about as good as anything, I don't know but better— There comes my
call to dinner, & I shall go for it without delay & finish my helter-skelter letter afterwards.
431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey Jan: 15 '81 My dear friend As I have not rec'd received the proof
In the Feb: February N A North American Review there is a piece of mine about Poetry (a good many of my
send to Mr Rice, the editor, or Mr Metcalf the business manager, & I think get the sheets—you can use my
name— Walt Whitman Should you notice, send to me In my last I addressed you at 757 Broadway—is either
431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey Jan: January 8 My dear Miss G Yours of yesterday rec'd received
for $12.50 on Jan: 22—I write to-day that I have not seen or heard of any such order, but consider it my
suppose you know all about it & have had the same—I still keep well & in good trim, thank the Lord—eat my
—Mrs G appears to be about well again— It is now 12½ Sunday—it is moderated, & the sun has come out—my
sassier this winter so far than for some years, am very comfortable here, plain & quiet though—eat my
any book particular you want, you tell me, & I will try to get it—Lots of sleighs out, good sleighing—my
had dinner, hot soup, cold roast beef, apple pie—all good—the sun is out real warm, & I shall go at my
should just like to have a ten mile ride behind his nag with the sleigh bells—Dear boy, I send you my
Let me have my own way, Let others promulge the laws, I will make no account of the laws, Let others
I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but listen to my enemies, as I myself do,
indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold;) I would sing in my
, and singled you out with attachment;) Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my
bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her moving swiftly
WITH ANTECEDENTS. 1 WITH antecedents, With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,
to-day and America could no-how be better than they are. 3 In the name of these States and in your and my
name, the Past, And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.
salutes, When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven- clouds heaven-clouds canopy my
To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the
See my cantabile!
, I chant the world on my Western sea, I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,
sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes, My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
Fascinated, my eyes reverting from the south, dropt, to follow those slender windrows, Chaff, straw,
O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth, Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my
sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me, Because I have dared to open my
Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses, Froth, snowy white, and bubbles, (See, from my dead lips
That sport'st amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud, In them, in thy experiences, had'st thou my
Weep not, child, Weep not, my darling, With these kisses let me remove your tears, The ravening clouds
Something there is, (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper, I give thee the first suggestion,
Of sea-captains young or old, and the mates, and of all intrepid sailors, Of the few, very choice, taciturn
rest, A spiritual woven signal for all nations, emblem of man elate above death, Token of all brave captains
and mates, And all that went down doing their duty, Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains