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—"Step-along, my bullies!" Come, bullies, hop, now! hop now!" (9 Mixture of passengers .

My situation is rather a pleasant one.

There are many peculiarities in New Orleans that I shall jot down at my leisure in these pages.

My health was most capital; I frequently thought indeed that I felt better than ever before in my life

After changing my boarding house, Jef. and I were, take it altogether, pretty comfortable.

My own pride was touched—and I met their conduct with equal haughtiness on my part.

Gilchrist,and the intimacy which my brother,my friend Mr.

"My great anxiety about my wife lastsstill.

"My Dear Mrs.

"My Dear Mrs.

My Dear Mrs.

Ah dear old friend as I hear from her young lips those soul stirring words of yours my heart strings

My children join me in love and good wishes. Sincerely yours Mrs Anna M Kerr P.S.

Whitman is thinking here of the hymn sometimes called "Calvary," beginning "Come, O my heart," with the

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

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Dec. 28 '87 Thanks, my dear friend, for your kind letter & (Christmas

You should see my old mother— spry today, gets about without a stick, not bowed, nor over much wrinkled

They all came down, my brothers, sister, & the three children, & didn't get back to bed again till past

I find my brother a very democratic individual—rather opinionated & too "damn sure" to get on easy with

The first my brother said when I showed him the Hicks picture was—"He's the man who said the blood of

Traubel he later said: "I can see defects; this forehead, for instance, is not quite as it should be; but my

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey For the present send Ernest Rhys's letters addressed here to my care

volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My

Milwaukee, Dec 11th 1887 My dear Walt I received your letter the other day—also the papers with the enclosures—and

you again  Probably as Jess has told you I am poking around from place to place spending about 1/3 of my

best of it" I hope, dear Walt, that you will keep in good spirits during the bad weather—I find in my

I gave it draining regards that fixed it in my mind.

I regard it as a noble work, & am very glad of this rich honor done to my poet, & I want to congratulate

It is a fine, nay a great, work, in my opinion.

Fairchild & her husband are going to drive out & see my Cox photo, some time.

spell—Ab't as usual with me—No sight of Rhys yet—the artist Eakin of Phila: comes off & on painting my

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done.

Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. II.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells! Rise up!

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

But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

Sir, Having added the Editorship of this Magazine to my duties on the Pall Mall Gazette my thoughts at

Camden Nov. 29 [1887] latter p m As I write I am sitting in my big chair— cold to-day here—sunny however—Morse

Camden Nov. 19 '87 My dear Sir I tho't I w'd send you word that Mr Eakins the portrait painter of Phila

suppose will continue off & on all the current month (or more)—so you might tell Miss Wheeler —Also give my

Camden Nov. 19 '87 Thank you & double-thank you, my dear young man, for your affectionate letter & money

My little canary is singing blithely.

I enclose you my last pieces—Yes, indeed we shall be glad to see you—Mrs D will & I will—Meanwhile love

Eakins is here painting my portrait—it seems strong (I don't know but powerful) & realistic—very different

—not intended to be polished off—left purposely a little in the rough— I suppose you rec'd my cards—You

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises...to sell my photo, with autograph.

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises . . . to sell my photo, with autograph.

I received your welcome letter of October the 22 nd —I rejoice that you and my friends at Glendale continue

I enclose my portrait and one for Morse.

I like it because I look in it as if I meant to paint or do my best in that direction!

Give my regards to all enquiring friends especially Tom Harnard and also to M Davies.

Of course it has all been better said, but I must have my chance just the same.

feeling comfortable & hearty—took quite a drive yesterday afternoon & out to supper in the evening to my

My canary is singing loud & fast, as I write—Cloudy half-dripping weather, promising cold—clear skies

Camden Oct 26, '87 early P M —have just had my dinner, (plain boil'd beef, potatoes & a roast apple—all

relish'd well) & am now sitting here in my big chair in the little front room —Cold & cloudy out—looks

fuller details)—The Pall Mall Gaz. letter you speak of appears to have erased a sentence or two (showing my

of home helpers) —but even as it is I hope it doesn't bear the construction you speak of—I enclose my

it is growing too dark to write— Sunday forenoon early—Oct 23 —The sun is shining bright—I have had my

breakfast (pann'd oysters toast & coffee) & in half an hour I shall start in my light wagon & Nettie

Give my best regards to Ernest Rhys —a synopsis of his "New Poetry" lecture has been published here in

have written an acc't to Dr B[ucke] wh' he will send you—I sh'd not wish any such item as that ab't my

alleged opinion of Stedman to be printed — I have no such opinion—My feeling toward S is one of good

I look back upon my visit to the States with great pleasure—it is a lovely country—and I remember the

Please give my very kind regards to Mrs. Davis & With love to Walt. Herbert H.

The Herald, Boston, Oct. 8, 188 7 My dear Friend: I have yours of yesterday and enclose a list of the

M Oct: 7 '87 Dear friend Yours with the $12 has reach'd me safely—making $800 altogether sent me by my

late—was out driving yesterday, & shall probably go out for an hour this afternoon—Thanks to you & my

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) under the title "Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher.

—McKay, my Phila: publisher, has just been over—paid me $77 for royalties for the last eight months—I

paid the Camden taxes on my shanty to-day $26 —The photos come from Cox all right, & I sign & return

—When you come again, don't forget to bring my Stedman book American Poets —Love to Alma and Al and all

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises . . . to sell my photo, with autograph.

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises . . . to sell my photo, with autograph.

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises . . . to sell my photo, with autograph.

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises . . . to sell my photo, with autograph.

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Sept: 14 '87 I am ab't as usual—have just had my dinner, a slice

Whitman, late in life, said to Horace Traubel: "[I] take my Ruskin with some qualifications."

sill—every thing all right—had toast & a great mug of Whitman's chocolate & hot milk (excellent) for my

Emersons are your own—except that I should like one of the medallions to go to Mary & her husband with my

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey U S America Sept: 11 '87 My dear Rhys I suppose you got the copy

Finally I give you the same privilege over the putting together of this, as my other volumes.

I shall expect £10:10s (same as my other vols) and also 10 copies of the "Vistas" bound in roan .

50 yrs years old— Viz: I have rec'd received a draft, endorsed it, deposited it, and forgot to give my

may say that at this meeting I had the pleasure of hearing several warm admirers of yourself discuss my

Perhaps in its printed form my article may stimulate others to enquire.

Camden New Jersey 328 Mickle Street Sept: 1 '87 My dear friend I wish you could take half an hour if

He advertises (Century, Sept. number ) to sell my photo, with autograph.

Go round & see if C will immediately send me copies of the pictures & follow my requests ab't them—Or

Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron or my ankles with iron?

do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my

"The chief end I purpose to myself in all my labours," wrote Dean Swift, "is to vex the world rather

and flows": "This day, before dawn, I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my

And my spirit said ' No .'"

suddenly,—reservedly, with a beautiful paucity of communication, even silently, such was its effect on my

Aug 30 '87 I remain anchor'd here in my big chair—Have you read the Bacon-Shakspere résumé in the last

for nearly a fortnight—John Burroughs has been here for a couple of days —he is well—nothing new in my

My best help however has come in my old age & paralysis from the Br: Islands.

into fiction of a very little amt of fact—in spirit it is altogether, & in letter mainly untrue (abt my

My income from my books, (royalties &c.) does not reach $100 a year.

I am now in my 69th year—living plainly but very comfortably in a little wooden cottage of my own, good

Best thanks and love to all my British helpers, readers & defenders. Walt Whitman to William T.

is welcomed—Nothing specially new with me—I have stood the hot weather pretty well & have just eaten my

Camden Aug. 11, 1887 Davis's report of me and my talk, in re the Swinburne article, is very cute and

you—but I am disabled & unwell more than half the time & cannot be relied on—Do not for the present put my

London Aug 5. 87 My dear Friend Walt Whitman I write you from the Reading Room of the British Museum.

I have just laid it down and taken up my pen to tell you of the fresh and vigorous fruit your rattling

My address is No 48 Rue d'Orsel Paris. Very affectionately yours Percy Ives.

All my sceptical rejection of creeds and dogmas is giving place to a sense of the eternal fitness of

In my blind unreasoning egotism I mistook the shadow for the substance, and thought that "religion" was

Forgive my illogical desultory manner of writing. I think you will understand all I would convey.