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Thanks for the Harvard Monthly I have read it & sent it on—cold, stormy, snowy weather here—have had my

spell—ten days, two of them quite serious—but am somewhat better—am sitting up anyhow writing this, but my

brain is flabby—my grip weak—The doctor speaks of a pronounc'd gastric trouble, from long indigestion—No

Solitude" —have no doubt it is a total invention (not to use the word fraud wh' is perfectly proper)—my

are a good many such—it might be worth while to stamp them peremptorily in future—I have included all my

a good strong willing nurse , & good doctoring watch—I send my love & memories to Mrs: F., to Baxter,

My eye got open at last, but is still bleary and bad."

I am sitting here anchor'd in my big chair all day—Write when you can— W W Walt Whitman to William Sloane

gain—the last three hours I am up & shall probably work back before long as I was before—Five days ago my

Camden Wednesday Sunset July 11 '88 Am setting up & have just eat my supper—The flowers rec'd this day—perfumed

Jan 10 '88 Am sitting here by the fire alone early afternoon & will write you a few lines—have had my

machine—After a dark storm, (with snow,) nearly a week, the sun is out this afternoon & there is a half-thaw—My

Nothing delights me more—my limitations are so many.

I am still imprison'd in my sick room, yet sitting up & reading & writing & (in limits) talking & being

worst no prospect of real improvement—I mean in any body or leg strength, wh' is very low indeed—but my

—and at same time a big Vol. (900 pages) comprehending all my stuff—verses & prose—bound in one—Shall

I am still kept in my sick room, (but no worse)—My book printing goes on smoothly—My "Notes," such as

they are, on E[lias] H[icks] among the rest—the bunch of golden rods on my table as I write— Walt Whitman

good week so far—am either throwing off (or easying) some of the worst bad subjections and grips — My

combined, comprehended at one glance—and here it is—of course I shall send you a copy— I am sitting yet in my

sick room now in my usual big chair by the oak wood fire, & alone.

I have plenty visitors enough & good ones—my appetite & sleep are fair—I have a new helper & nurse, a

I think of you every day—& most all my friends coming here ask ab't you—I rec'd the letter last week

very soon—The Sunday Tribune, (N Y. to-day) has a short notice — Walt Whitman am now sitting alone in my

letter came—but I wish it had bro't me better news than that ab't the eyes—I still remain coop'd in my

—Had a good supper, oysters & champagne, at my friends the Harneds in the evn'g—I only eat two meals

Monday PM Aug: 6 '88 Hot & sweltering weather here now the sixth day—No good news to send you ab't my

—sitting up —but have not left my room— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to William D.

roseate toward me & I feel thankful & responsive—& all the confirmatory possible— I am still kept in my

the indication of it—& to-day Saturday a fearful hot & oppressive baker & prostrater , the worst to my

printing office is now all diverged on a Harrison and Morton book, hurry is up—will take them a week—my

Wednesday Evn'g Oct: 3 '88 The doctor was here this afternoon & speaks encouragingly but I still keep in my

sick room—My books are thro' the electrotyper & printer & are now in the binder —Soon as ready I shall

bed—very bad weakness of legs and body—the worst of head trouble disappeared—Thanks for your letter —my

friendly & cheering letter f'm E C Stedman this forenoon—As for me I get on ab't the same as of late—Keep my

Camden Nov: 20 '88 Still ab't holding my own & comfortable—nothing very new or notable—The Transcript

I send with Hamlin Garland's notice of Nov: Boughs —Still keep my sick room—Clear sunny cool to-day.

Sept: 19 '88 "The same subject continued" was the heading of the old chapters' novelists, this is ab't my

I hope so—I hear from Dr B[ucke] —& friends here come in a good deal—meantime I am anchor'd here in my

Camden PM May 18 '88 Rose late this forenoon & very miserable—half a cup of coffee for my breakfast—but

I am pottering along—certainly no worse in my late physical ailments—rather better possibly—the wind

Camden Sunday 3 P M June 17 '88 Am sitting up at present—fearfully weak & little or no grip on my brain—but

the doctor gives favorable clues, says pulse is vigorable—my good nurse has given me a good bath—& I

Here I am sitting up in the big chair—I got up ab't noon, (& shall keep up an hour or two, & send you my

the last two days—but the indications are still favorable (good pulse the Dr says last two days) for my

getting sort abt as usual—Dr B went back to Canada last Tuesday night, R.R. train—I am half thro' on my

been very bleak & cold here but better & sunny to day—I am quite unwell, but keep up & around & eat my

meals in moderation—(an old fellow who comes here said to me as I was eating my supper "No extremes

On January 13, 1888, Burroughs wrote: "My domestic skies are not pleasant & I seem depressed & restless

Indeed I am thinking strongly of selling my place. I am sick of the whole business of housekeeping.

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

lines of greeting in Munyon's Illustrated World, combining as they do the cradle and evening song of my

My brother writers have been very generous to me and I heartily thank them for it" (see also Horace Traubel

remarkably fine sunny day, & I went & sat in the warm bright bask of it from 12 to 1—Not much different in my

I am still imprison'd in my sick room—Please send the "Open Court" (in the bundle) to Dr Bucke —Am comfortable

All my Herald bits will be included in November Boughs & I will send an early proof of all to you—As

I write I am sitting here in my big chair by the window (I have open'd it a few moments—it is near sunset—air

am quite immobile & don't get out except by being toted —a bunch of white lilies is in the window & my

just after 12 Saturday July 7 Tom, I wish you would say to Frank the pictures of Elias Hicks and my own

He says my copy [this picture] is quite as good as the original.

—Wishes me to invite you in his name & my own—You come here say ½ past 12 & we will drive down in my

Dear friend I am still here neither worse nor better—but keeping in my sick room & in the big old chair—have

had something to see to in printing my books & it has probably done me more good than harm—& it all

everything—George & Harry, as far as you know—& how are you yourself—I am sitting here alone up in my

room, writing this—Mrs: Davis has been an hour or two ago out to the City Hall to pay my taxes (over

writing a little to order—got up late to-day—had chocolate & buckwheat cakes with quince jelly for my

allude to his visit to America, but there may be something in it — —I feel better—am working a little at my

booklet yesterday and to-day—my head feels easier, but the weakness especially in getting about & in

my knee power is fearful—Hope you & George and Ed & Deb & Jo & the young one are jolly & sitting up—

July 8th 1888 My dear Walt; I have followed your illness with breathless concern—that is, what I could

Camden Wednesday Evn'g: Aug: 22 '88 Still keeping in my sick room.

My brother Eddy that was at Moorestown is now at Blackwoodtown. Is well.

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

Camden Sunday Evn'g Aug: 12 '88 Nothing very new or different—I am still in my sick room—Sit up most

letter came in the noon mail & I will write a few lines—Glad to hear little Susie is well & send her my

bring the chicken for me—it will be acceptable—Herbert was here this forenoon but did not come up to my

(painting most likely) on the carpet—at any rate I tho't he looks hearty & well—I am still kept in my

I almost doubt if I ever will—weakness extreme—I have sold the mare & phæton—I sold her for a song—my

and one big 900 Vol. to contain all my works—you shall have them, when ready—Harry too—I send my love

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

My canary is singin' away as I write. Walt Whitman to Sidney H. Morse, 28 February 1888

most satisfactory affair at the church—no doubt it will all have to grow & adjust & form itself—but my

D is well—is in the back room working—my canary is singing away as I write. three little boys have just

been in to see me —my respects & love to y'r mother & all—tell Henry I rec'd his card —no definite day

surviving yet & in good spirits (sort) after the past nearly four months—Am still imprison'd here in my

sick room, unable to move around or get out at all—but have my brain power as before & right arm volition

several condensed in one —this is now going through the presses—your bust of me still holds out fully in my

the net is slowly winding & tightening round me)—was out driving yesterday afternoon & to supper at my

—the oysters come—I had 3 or 4 for my breakfast—I take no other meal till ab't 5—Lady Mount Temple has

Walt Whitman I see I have taken a sheet of paper with a rambling first draught of one of my Herald yawps

—The box of chocolate & cocoa came—delicious—many thanks—I had some for my breakfast this morning—Remain

Street)—Nothing very new or different—arctic cold here for the last fortnight—best regards to you & my

Graham bread toasted, & a cup of chocolate—ate pretty well (this & yesterday are favorable days)—In my

eating neither at all ascetic nor sumptuous—pass two hours to-day putting my autograph to the poetic

ab't enough for some bills needing payment —O now I feel relieved— Nothing particularly different in my

November Boughs (1888) and Complete Poems & Prose: "I shall look upon them as the crown and summit of all my

Sunday noon April 8 '88 It is very pleasant & sunny to-day & I am going out in the rig abt 1 o'clock to my

champagne—I enjoy everything—Nothing new with me—there seems to be some hitch in the Herald's publ'ng my

My health though poor is "the same subject continued"—I enc: K[enne]dy's letter from Wilson —(not important

cold cutting true sea brine)—I have not heard a word of the Worthington suit in N Y —not a word from my

Kennedy had written to Whitman: "Rhys continues his schemes on society's pocket-book, & demoralizes my

To-day I am feeling pretty fairly—Mr & Mrs Johnston, my N Y friends, call'd yesterday to see me—I had

his eyes are troubling badly—but he wields spirit & determination same as ever—am drawing to a close my

constipation, & bad kidney tribulation, day & night—but I am up & dressed & sitting here by the fire, & my

Baxter has gone to Arizona, & left bust in my care.

Kennedy My idea is to charge $5. or a guinea for the vol. & print it in good style.

Sometime when you are sending you can return me the article for my collection.

I keep up my spirits as well as I can, but find it all pretty depressing.

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

action pretty moderate—rather less irritation & smartness &c than previous days— I am sitting now in my

hour or so—Sitting here now alone—quiet & cold & near sunset—wind shakes the window sashes—here comes my

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

annoyance & sometimes severe continued pain—Last night was kind of half and half—had some sleep—have had my

It was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

inclusive —there will be ab't 20 more—I am more comfortable than you may suppose Sunset Have had & enjoyed my

advice to those who watch the great games) with whoever the people put in — Nothing new or special in my

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