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I twice questioned my informer before I could believe it."

"He flung it down at my door, as though the fellow meant some injury: an Italian would have handled it

I remember Thoreau saying once, when walking with him in my favourite favorite Brooklyn—"What is there

My friends laugh, and say I am getting Conservative—but I am tired of mock radicalism.'

"Well, honour honor is the subject of my story," —was the commencement of a favourite speech with him

Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher, which was published first in The Cosmopolitan (October 1887) and reprinted in Good-Bye My

Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher, which was published first in The Cosmopolitan (October 1887) and reprinted in Good-Bye My

leafhandwrittenprinted; Clipping, with handwritten revisions, of a passage from A Backward Glance on My

This passage was incorporated into My Book and I, which was first published in the January 1887 issue

It is unclear whether this manuscript was created in the processes that produced My Book and I or if

which it underwent various changes in content, title, and position until being joined with Now List to My

over, in a very kind & good letter—enclosing some printed slips from paper—one written by you ab't my

is at its height and bitter cold here now, the earth hard and covered with ice and snow, as I sit by my

God bless my British friends assisters—(from the first they have come in when most wanted)— Walt Whitman

Pall Mall Gazette devoted a great deal of space to Whitman in 1887: January 10, excerpts from "My Book

Friday. 12 Well Road Hampstead London England My dear Walt: I send you three pounds ￡3. the sum being

I am getting ready my pictures (2) for the spring Exhibition.

My Book is getting near though not quite through the press: In one of the last chapters, I added, at

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

Dear old man, I the elder old man have received your Article in the Critic, & send you in return my thanks

blowing softlier & warmlier on your good gray head than here, where it is rocking the elms & ilexes of my

Those fellows have one virtue—they always use good paper: and on that I manage to do a good deal of my

gets a chance of seeing him in the seething side of affairs in this great city, but I am going to make my

I should have been glad to die before I had left such a message as my last utterance, the final outcome

But I am disobeying my doctor, who has forbidden long letters for the present.

here, but cold enough outside frozen hard— O why hast thou bleach'd these locks, old Time yet left my

1844, that is about "an aged man" who meets a young man and tells him, "I was like thee, once gay, my

son, — / Sweet pleasure filled my heart," but "conquering time / Hath bleached my locks so gray."

last three or four weeks, & before returning to London tomorrow I should like to tell you something of my

Before beginning about myself, though,— many thanks for the Lippincott's article.— My Book & I , which

North Sea Interlude," and so it was natural that I should go down to the sea-shore a good deal during my

—then, two or three days ago, I went over to Browney Valley, to see my old friends the coal-miners &

Believe this, of yours most affectionately Ernest Rhys After to-day my address is again Sq.

Lovering," Poet Whitman said, "wrote to me about five weeks ago, saying that my Boston friends wished

Lovering, of the Committee on Pensions, who was favorable to the project, and asking my consent.

It was whilst assisting at a surgical operation that I became poisoned throughout my system, after which

I became prostrated by hospital malaria, which finally caused my paralysis."

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Jan: 25 '87—noon My dear friend Arthur The box (Oranges) has just

different from usual late years, but older, more broken & paralyzed—I have a little old cottage of my

thing take its course—I do not expect the bill to pass—I am ab't as usual—a bodily wreck—did you get "My

Then he quietly chuckled: "But that's not surprising, not exceptional: my schemes never came to anything

friend Yours rec'd & welcomed, as always—I send Vol. of "Specimen Days and Collect," with emendations—My

" by Walt Whitman for title page— making two books — But I leave the thing, (after having expressed my

one made there, if you prefer to have your own as you may—Write me often as you can—I am tied up in my

corner by paralysis, & welcome friends' letters—bad cold raw weather—my bird is singing furiously—I

She is an American, & my best friend— Walt Whitman to Ernest Rhys, 2 February 1887

Room 56 Borden Block, Chicago, Feby 3d 188 7 My dear and honoured Walt Whitman:— It is less than a year

I was attracted by the curious title "Leaves of Grass", opened the book at random, and my eyes met the

In the "Spring Song" and the "Song of the Depths" my orbit responded to the new attracting sun.

Imagine that I have expressed to you my sincere conviction of what I owe.

The essay is my "first effort," at the age of 30.

William was unable to answer, much to his regret, but I did the best I could on my own account.

& comfortable enough, but horribly crippled & banged up—Spirit moved me to write you a line & send my

& comfortable enough, but horribly crippled & banged up—Spirit moved me to write you a line & send my

If I came, I should have to send letters to the papers here, & perhaps lecture too, to pay my way; for

I come to my last halfpenny indeed almost every week, & am getting quite used to the condition at last

Feb. 16th '87 My Dear Walt. This morning I had occasion to call at the house of a Mr.

Street Camden New Jersey Feb. 17 '87 Every thing very much the same with me—quite completely disabled in my

relics I think may be worth while—for you —Fine sunny weather here to day, & I have been out in it with my

But I have not suggested or exprest expressed myself well in my book unless I have in a sort included

I was very happy—I don't think I was at my best with him—he always did most of the talking—I am sure

E. and all, I consider not only a victor-event in my life, but it is an after-explanation of so much

My dear friend, I think I know R.W.E. better than anybody else knows him—and loved him in proportion,

that "Emerson inspired the first poems of Whitman," and that Whitman had confided to him in 1860: "My

front room down stairs, well wrapt up—for though bright & sunny it is a cold freezing day—have had my

usual—ups & downs—had rather a bad day yesterday—lay on the lounge most of the day—now better—the worst is my

time—Spirits & heart though mainly gay, which is the best half of the battle —Love & comfort to you, my

friends—your wives & all—Write often as you can—(monotony is now the word of my life)— Walt Whitman

two "Leaves" in public —pleasant ride there & back in carriage—was paid—Love to dear J[essie] —O how my

My dear Mr.

from O'Connor —when I do I will tell you—I write or send papers or something every day —Have just had my

winter—yet every thing goes on comfortably with me—I am sitting here by the window down stairs, in my

big chair, writing this—(the sun shining outside, & my little canary singing furiously in his cage in

Susan I enclose a letter Herbert sent me some months ago—nothing particular—Ed I still wish to sell my

is important, I will put down the lap tablet on which I am writing—& finish afterwards— Well I had my

& performance—was used tip top—Mrs Davis went with me—got back here ab't sunset thro' a snow storm—My

new with me—a dark sulky day outside, cold yet not quite cold enough to freeze—no visitors—have had my

thro' a snow storm) just before sunset—So you see I do get around some—(when I am helped—not much of my

or your own judgment require— I will probably send a short MS to be added on p 199 or p 200 to bring my

Rhys writes me that the Walter Scott, Eng[lish] pub's, will bring out my "Spec: Days" in one vol. & "

brn.00001xxx.00218Whitman, Walt to Hay, JohnO Captain! my Captain!

March 9, 1887poetry1 leafhandwritten; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! O Captain! my Captain!

my Captain!

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse

My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.

O Captain! my Captain!

This manuscript is a signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain! My Captain!

of the verso of this manuscript is currently unavailable.; A signed, dated, handwritten copy of "O Captain

My Captain!," which was published first in 1865.; Transcribed from digital images of the original.

acknowledged receipt of the books on March 12, 1887 and sent the poet $30 as thanks for a copy of "O Captain

My Captain!" that Whitman copied by hand and sent along with the books to the historian.

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey March 10, '87 My dear John Hay, I send the two sets of books you

requested—Also a MS copy of "My Captain"—also a little Vol: containing my Dartmouth College Commencement-Poem-address

O'Connor is now in Southern California, sick— I send you my remembrance love & thanks— Walt Whitman the

The copy of "O Captain! My Captain!"

evening's readings, skeletonized in the enclosed slip, were given by an ardent lover of both of us—my

Dear Walt Whitman; I have received your books and MS. and send, with my hearty thanks, a New York check

My boy, ten years old, said to me this morning, "Have you got a book with a poem in it called 'O Captain

My Captain!' I want to learn it to speak in school."

its wings to you I am faithfully yours John Hay from John Hay, acknowledging & paying for MS of "Captain

, O Captain!"

Boston March 13th 1887 My dear Sir: I hope you will do us the favor to accept the enclosed invitation

Looking for a favorable reply and a promise to be my guest, I remain Very truly yours Annie Fields Annie

Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during

Just as he was about to recite 'My Captain,' a little girl, the granddaughter of Edmund Clarence Stedman

Camden New Jersey America March 15 1887 My dear Ernest Rhys Here is for your edition, a special concluding

latest from our dear friend O'Connor not knowing whether you will get word directly —I am having one of my

bad spells, but it will probably pass over—I have had my breakfast, (two or three stewed oysters & a

piece of toast)—am sitting here in the little front room down stairs—the sun is shining & my bird singing—I

thank you again, and more specifically, dear E.C., for the help you have so kindly sent me—you and my

I have just had my dinner, (buckwheat cakes, and tea, good).

Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during

ab't me that is to be pub'd in Eng. soon—I am quiescent, but think of pub. in collected & revised form my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to