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./82 Dearest friend, I like with all my heart (& head too) "A memorandum at a venture".

I have never for a moment wavered in my belief in this truth since it burst upon me a veritable sunrise

He has gone just now to my favorite Haslemere, in quest of nightingales—& I hope will make the acquaintance

handsome " Buster og Masker " has safely reach'd reached me—best thanks—I will soon send you a copy of my

prose " Specimen Days —Dr Bucke's book is not printed yet—My volumes are now published in Philadelphia

but I expected to come down myself, or send word—but one thing or another delays the publication of my

coming week—I will bring you one when I come down—there is lots in about the pond & the old lane &c. and my

dark equinoctial storm—but I just wish I was down there this minute—a day there in the woods— —Where my

dictionaries &c. you can think of, & everything else— —Nothing very new with me—I still keep well—eat my

431 Stevens street Camden New Jersey March 21 '82 My friends I believe you have in MS one or two clusters

of my Notes — yours —they are paid for—I think I would like to look over them & touch them up to date

Ford Yours of Sept: 25th rec'd received —& accordingly I send you (same mail with this—same address) my

O. order — When you see Edward Carpenter tell him I am well & hearty (considering) & send him my love

1267 Broadway, New York My Dear Dear Walt— Swinburne has just written to me to say as follows.

As sincerely can I say, what I shall be freshly obliged to you if you will assure him of in my name,

that I have by no manner of means relaxed my admiration of his noblest works—such parts, above all, of

Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art? . . .

son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day, One look I but gave, which your dear eyes return'd with

do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?

Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves.

Hither, my love! Here I am! here!

American country & the west — Nothing very new with me—I am well as usual for me—As I write I am up in my

moderate snow & ice on the ground, but sun shining bright—quite a good deal of sleighing— —I am busy with my

writing in moderation—write four or five hours every day—My new book is doing reasonably well (better

your book on the market advertised as the suppressed edition, and invite the authorities to dispute my

Morse, Quincy, Mass., the sculptor, whom you know, and who has long been one of my intimate friends.

He does not know of my design in this matter, but he will tell you that I am thoroughly reliable, and

June 19, 1882 Dear Walt: I have yours of yesterday, and am happy in the thought that you find my second

That is what they will try to do, and my reply to Chadwick will make it harder than ever for them.

On the other hand, The Tribune invites my attention to Sigma's "assertion" about the "disgusting Priapism

," which is, of course, a disgusting lie, and I I have to make up my mind whether the point is worth

shows a desire to put in something as a makeweight, and to seem biased against me, while admitting my

A scotch mist this morning so I could not go on as usual with my out-door painting but the afternoon

Expect to stay in the neighborhood another week, when I shall shift my diggings as my bedroom window

will not open: a small cottage, otherwise to my mind.

. | & wrote postal card August 14th/82 29 Lange Strasse Dresden My dear master I wish you could send

We went over one glacier, where my friend distinguished himself by falling into a crevasse.

Shall introduce quotations liberally & see what they think of my translation.

A shameful business altogether, which makes me thankful that I am not an Englishman except against my

But a few moments ago in an unknown country paper a paragraph with a "fling" at your poetry attracted my

undefined purpose of assuring you of the love and reverence in which you are held by thousands, I took up my

'82 29 Lange Strasse Dresden Tuesday Feb 14 My dear Whitman So you have had a visit from the Aesthete

I enclose herewith a page of my translation of the Leaves of Grass—you needn't save it as I don't want

Well, if I was to unburden all my mind on this weary subject I should go on till—till things got better

My wife knows them well too.

York has given very high praise to my Encheiridion.

U S A Down here again spending a few days—nothing very different—pretty much the same story of all my

Philadelphia to-day for store goods—Do you know of David Bogue, bookseller, Trafalgar Sq: Square who publishes my

12 Well Road Jan January 29, '82 1882 My Dearest Friend: Your letter to Herby was a real talk with you

As I write this I am sitting to Herby for my portrait again—he has never satisfied himself yet: but this

that what with memory & photograph & the studies he made when with you, he will be able to put you & my

appreciated by me—I am also very much pleased to have the photo, both to tell me how you look now and for my

Now my dear Walt I don't want to hurry you or worry you but now that you have L. & of G. and S.D. both

any less desirable—I hope S.D. will sell and that Rees Welsh & Co. will feel disposed to take hold of my

I have an article A Memorandum at a Venture 5 or 6 pages signed by my name in the forthcoming June number

although hastily written & eligible to great additions, I consider a sort of rallying point or key note to my

some proof copies, & will send you two or three soon as I get them—(It is a paid for contribution, my

It shall have a place of honor on my walls at home where you are read and loved.

I should not want to leave to my children the name of a Stevens or a Marston .

friends so closely, that your health & strength becomes part of theirs— I send you the Academy with my

I closed my review with a wish that you might try a voyage across the Atlantic.

Walt Whitman Your "Leaves of Grass," has just been placed in my hands.

things, say so; if not, let it " werk " as the little boy said, but I warn you that, Sans-Culottism to my

To-day my soul is full of the love of the body.

"Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. ∗∗∗∗∗ While they discuss

The first doubt lodged in my mind against the claims of the Christian Church and ministry was the first

To my surprise and horror, they spent the whole time in regaling one another with smutty yarns.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

If he meddles with your book in New York, I will do my utmost in all directions to have him removed from

His taking up for that miserable Chadwick against me, misrepresenting and falsifying my argumentation

The Unitarian Index did a rascally thing lately in reprinting Chadwick's letter verbatim, without my

Underwood excused himself for not printing my answer on the ground that it was too "personal"!!!!!

Camden May 25 My dear friend Yours of 20th recd received —At this present writing I don't think the Tribune

Scribner article a year or two ago the extracted half a column of his condemnatory views & opinions on my

often presents & in all primal poetry & attempt at returning to Creation's birth-innocence—let alone my

technical esthetic & conventional & technical literary points applicable—But you know, dear friend, my

9 th Nov. 82 My dear Walt I have your card of 6 and we shall count on your coming here early in Dec.

would it not be as well (or necessary) for me to go to Philadelphia to arrange for the publication of my

I thought my letter would have the effect of making him cautious. Now for Tobey.

I think you will like it as well as my first letter.

My Jeannie has been very ill this summer, but is getting better, and will go to Providence on Friday.

My article has gone to the Tribune with a note to Whitelaw Reid, and we await the result.

My object is to smoke the hidden movers in this business out of their holes, and I kept this in mind

Marston was behind the Boston attorney, I took care not to even mention his name, but focussed all my

It is all right for you to take such an attitude as you do toward them—for you personally; but my part

—I hope my letter will appear and be satisfactory to you.

of to do is to have the correspondence just forwarded me by O'Connor printed with some comments of my

Please let me know at once what you think of my plan Your friend R M Bucke Richard Maurice Bucke to Walt

He did not even ask about your health, or any other human thing, & made me feel that my call upon him

I had resolved, for reasons of my own, not to call upon any of those fellows, & I feel like throttling

Herbert for making me depart from my resolution.

If you have a copy of my "Notes" to spare, send it to O'Connor. I have but one.

. ∗ ∗ ∗ The successive growth-stages of my infancy, childhood, youth and manhood were all pass'd on Long

–49) and I split off with the Radicals, which led to rows with the boss and 'the party,' and I lost my

And then such lapses as these: By my great oak—sturdy, vital, green—give feet thick at the butt.

An hour or so after breakfast I wended my way down to the recesses of the aforesaid dell ∗ ∗ ∗ It was

just the place and time for my Adamic air-bath and flesh-brushing from head to foot.

To give you a definitive idea of what I meant in my notes of March 8 and March 19—& of course stick to—I

The whole thing would not involve an expense of more than from 5 to $10— My proposition is that we at

forced to remember another son of the people, Robert Burns, and one involuntarily thinks of his "O, my

Love's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Love's like a melodie That's sweetly

(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was unreturned, Yet out of my love have I written these

hardly patience with a man who could offer the public lines like these, and call them poetry: "I tucked my

trowser-ends into my boots, and went and had a good time."

Though a stranger to you, in your Book you have been my friend, and so I salute you.

own heroic measure (or a poor attempt to imitate it) by one of the members of the Melancholy Club, my

Walt Whitman Respected Sir: I have just read your 'Memorandum at a Venture' and wish to express to you my

I am a student at the above institution and while studying my text books I have also studied the times

The bits about the Creek are just delightful to my mind: you have so impregnated your pages with the

Give my love to them at Glendale. Herbert H Gilchrist.

You must excuse m my writing & spelling for I am in a hurry to get off to the park.

let me know how you are I will try & write a little more abou about thing next time I write & send my

on & overhaul them) & if that will do—will certainly see the vols are sent to you— I am quite over my

anticipated— I am more than satisfied, however—every thing might have been so much worse—& best of all, in my

could have wished—though as I get along with them, & versed, I am well satisfied with R W & Co. and my

My L of G plates having been sent on there from Rand & Avery's, Boston—& I shall begin on "Specimen Days

We could have a good time here in my bark-covered shanty & in knocking about the country.

For the past two weeks my head has been ground between the upper & nether millstone of bank ledgers &

guarantee that at the business meeting at 8 o'clock you would be elected & at nine you could come in, as my

I want your name to head the list, not merely because of my esteem for you personally, but because of

nights—some literary meditations—books, authors examined, Carlyle, Poe, Emerson tried (always under my

cedar-tree, in the open air, and never in the library)—mostly the scenes everybody sees, but some of my

to the spring under the willows—musical as soft-clinking glasses—pouring a sizeable stream, thick as my

for the buoyant and healthy alone, but meant just as well for ailing folk:— "Who knows (I have it in my

fancy, my ambition) but the pages now ensuing may carry ray of sun, or smell of grass or corn, or call

spell I must write to you—I don't have any such spells—& seems to me it is time you grew out of them—my

write you something cheerful—I have been in all day—quite a deep snow & the wind blowing—I here in my

Camden May 23d My dear Reid Couldn't you feel to print the above say for instance in the Bits of Criticism

I telegraphed Thursday evening and again Friday—and was on my way to the telegraph office yesterday afternoon

In my own case when sick I find that the fact that I cannot get out makes me feel as badly as anything

My dear Walt: I snatch five minutes from writing up the wrecks.

Yet in my heart I hold and love him for aye.

Camden New Jersey April 2 '82 My dear Dana Yes I am willing you should make extracts—Enclosed (suggestions

431 Stevens Street Camden Jan: 26 '82— Evn'g Evening Thank you, my dear friend, for sending Washington

Street Camden New Jersey May 26 '82 Dear Sir Yours rec'd received —I accordingly mail you a copy of my

—There are no later or fuller prints of my books than those you have —I contemplate a final compacted

New Jersey March 7 '82 Dear Madam Returning here last evening I have mailed to you the two Volumes of my