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I spend my evenings altogether at the hospitals— my days often.

He is of my own party; and my politicshave been from my youth essentiallythe same ashis own.

Who 1,arns my Lesson complete.

My hands, my limbs grow nerveless.

The lecture closed with the recitation by the author of his grandly pathetic ' lament, O Captain, my

.— The old house in which my father's grand parents lived, (and their parents probably before them, )

—Some of them are yet represented by descendants in New England My father's grandfather was quite a large

—My father's father I never saw.— Mother's family lived only two or three miles from West Hills—on a

—Her mother 's (my great grandmother's) maiden name was Mary Woolley, and her father Capt: Williams,

the lampblack and oil with which the canvass covering of the stage was painted, would make me.— After my

Evn'g Evening Dear neices nieces I have received the beautiful book-knife—Just the thing, & will be in my

Greenport Dec 23 Dear Brother Walter I received a letter from you last night and an order for my annual

thing about it in your letter I am not feeling well at all this winter not sick abed but a pain in my

expect pains and aches as we are growing old but I am thankful I am no worse can get around and do my

with the right direction so you can write to Harry London Ont Ontario Canada Dec December 17th 83 1883 My

Haven't heard from home directly but once since my arrival.

Camden New Jersey December 18 '83 Yours of 17th with the pay ($10) for my piece has come safely to hand

London Ont Ontario Canada Dec December 17th 83 1883 My Dear Old Friend: Your postals came "OK" and found

Haven't heard from home directly but once since my arrival.

Camden N J Dec 9 '83 A young workingman & engineer, Edward Doyle, (brother of my dear friend Peter D.

America Dec. 8 1883 In compliance with your late request & remittance (safely received—thanks) I forward my

My opinion that the book is a success (in the most important requisites) is to-day more decided than

Did you see my article in Critic of Nov. 24?

living near a railroad— —I am well as usual— WW London Ont Ontario Canada, Nov November 28– 83 1883 My

I am up in my little room writing this while my patients are sadly pacing up and down the hall.

Have 42 men in my charge. Will have to close for the present so good-bye.

London Ont Ontario Canada, Nov November 28– 83 1883 My Dear Old Friend: I arrived here safely Saturday

I am up in my little room writing this while my patients are sadly pacing up and down the hall.

Have 42 men in my charge. Will have to close for the present so good-bye.

431 Stevens Street Camden, New Jersey Nov. 23, '83 My friends I am puzzled considerably—Nov 12 I sent

I feel the confidence of me of those friends that you will find no presumption in my writing thus, &

My dear friend and master— I am at last able to send you the lecture, which I have now got published

I have appended to my lecture a transl. translation of the Song of the Answerer, & in getting this translation

astonished at the amount of discussion it gave rise to, between myself & a German friend who looked over my

I had hoped great things from Gladstone's government, but that accursed Egyptian war opened my eyes finally

And yet I did not always see my way to these views myself.

him better than I expected, looks coarse & strong & healthy, has a sort of husky voice like a sea captain

I have written a short sketch as the result of my sea-shore sojourn, for the Boston "Wheelman" a new

Eldridge thinks that my publishers are dealing honestly with me.

When one of my books was published they sold the first 6 months 733 copies.

Osgood would gladly undertake my books; so would Dodd Mead & Co of Fine day here to-day, but have had

I was rather amused (when I told some of my friends at home that I had seen you), at the ideas they seemed

to have of my object in calling on you.

It might have been my friend as well as myself who called but I had the opportunity.

I cannot very well leave my ship just now so I post it to you, he would have liked to have sent a more

I returned to-day from a three days visit to my Quaker friends at Germantown—they have tip top horses

—Sometimes I think you must be sick— —I am about as usual—I am writing this after 9 at night up in my

am well as usual—always glad to hear from you—hope we shall be together again one of these days—give my

My essay has not much translation in it, but I think of appending a complete transl. translation of some

Dresden '83 My dear Master I got your post card last Tuesday morning.

Yet in writing my essay, I had no thought of him, nor had mentioned him.

As to my translation of the I am now ready to cooperate with any competent German, i.e.

Perhaps my essay when published may lead to something. I got Dr. Bucke's book.

I will send him my essay when it appears. Nothing more to say now.

"A horse, a horse—my kingdom for a horse!" WDO'C William D.

I wish you would speak to M c Kay about the circulars he was to print for me in re my vol. "W. W."

We are all well here, I am up to my eyes in work, have to write my annual report in the next two weeks

I am in great mourning that I can't get my reply to Richard Grant White on the Bacon-Shakespeare matter

.— I enclose you my professional card.

after a fair trial I do not succeed in earning a living in this way I shall probably drift back into my

New Jersey Sept 21 st Dear Walt: I am down here for a week or two, under the direction of my Dr, taking

Now mainly what I write for is this, to ask you to come up & be my guest for a week.

I also enclose a press copy of my reply, and of the note I subsequently addressed with the MS to the

Montgomery wrote me a very kind note, saying that the editor wouldn't print my article for "professional

I was quite ill and weighed down with lassitude when I wrote it,—spurred only by my indignation.

Upon its return from the , I had a vague wandering notion of sending it to the Critic , as my blue pencil

New York Sept 14 '83 My dear Sir; Dr.

I am at present very busy as I want to complete my critical history of American literature as soon as

from you quite a while ago (from Johnstown, Pa: Pennsylvania ) you mention some German translations of my

I suppose look ab't about the same—(perhaps grayer & redder)—though young enough in spirit & now in my

My two books bring me in a moderate income —I am satisfied with very plain living—& bless the Lord I

am likely to have enough for that as long as I need— Tom, give my best regards to your wife, for all

a visit to very kind Quaker folks, particular friends of mine —had a good time—good grub—a horse to my

I am well as usual—nothing very new with my affairs (but the last six or eight months has kind of gone

'My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite; I laugh at what you call dissolution; And I know the

, my Captain,' 'When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed.'

What I experience or portray shall go from my composition without a shred of my composition.

You shall stand by my side and look in the mirror with me.'

place with my own day here.'

Camden Aug 29 Have finished my Germantown visit & am back here.

Ritter —have indeed not sent copies to any except my sisters and neices nieces . Mrs.

New York City, has translated many of my poems in German, & published them.

never mind, I appreciate them gratefully —I am well as usual this summer—nothing very new ab't about my

books or literary fortunes— I shall make a permanent move from Camden before many months—as my brother's

I have just mailed you my two Volumes, Leaves of Grass and Specimen Days —Won't you kindly send me a

He was living in what my memory pictures as almost a slum, & his bedroom was not exactly tidy.

I think it would lengthen my days to see you once more.

The Nation this week (I have just seen it) does not print my reply, which may have come too late, and

country, house, large library, garden—the family (they too special friends of mine) all away at Newport—my

stay here perhaps the ensuing week—The family, (& a fine one they are) are at Newport for the summer—my

combination of character from any you ever saw—& one I am sure you would like—And then the father himself, my

am only middling well—seem to be getting clumsier than ever, more loguey —rheumatic & other ailments—My

My Dearest Friend: Lazy me, that have been thinking letters to you instead of writing them!

But they do: I am as sure of that as of my own existence. When will men begin to understand them?

of the sea and I seem to remember such a place near Lynn Regis, where I was thirty years ago, when my

My little book on Mary Lamb just out—will send you a copy in a day or two.

though momentary view of them, and then of their course on and on southeast, till gradually fading—(my

Moreover, just as his one successful lyrical poem, "My Captain," is enough to disprove all his theories

United States, in their present devouring relations, controlling and belittling everything else, are, in my

getting the Critic of June 16, for which Brentano sent for me, and find that the item I copied into my

English—he pays well, when suited—he always paid me well & gave me lots of taffy besides—but balked at my

Saturday afternoon 14 July '83 My dearest Brother I rec'd received your card and Book, some little time

I took a notion all at once to send my pictures, I have not been very prompt have I Walt about the pictures

Dear Walt: I have been so ill, and so burdened with the office charge, being scarcely able to hold my

of Bacon's Promus —a strong anti- Shakespere Shakespeare document—which hurt the book immensely, and my

Walt Whitman (Don't forget to return my Times article sometime.) William D.

"The later years of the last century," he tells us, "found the Van Velsor family, my mother's side, living

My father's side—probably the fifth generation from the first English arrivals in New England—were at

"In February, 1873," he tells us, "I was stricken down by paralysis, gave up my desk, and emigrated to

And it is to my life here that I, perhaps, owe partial recovery (a sort of second wind, or semi-renewal

young hickory sapling out there—to sway and yield to its tough-limber upright stem—haply to get into my

Or during my tedious sickness and first paralysis ( '73 1873 ) how you used to come to my solitary garret-room

and make up my bed, and enliven me, and chat for an hour or so—or perhaps go out and get the medicines

Pete, give my love to dear Mrs. and Mr.

This is my excuse for profering proffering this request and I entertain the hope that you will graciously

for the copy German rendering " Cradle Endlessly Rocking " & for all the other German renderings of my

you have sent me, & which I carefully keep, & prize—Dr R M Bucke has just published a book about me & my

poems—& having two or three advance copies (in paper) at my disposal I should like to send you one.