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weather—upon the whole the finest December we ever had here—has changed, & to-day is dark & sulky & dripping—My

this morning—I am sitting here in the big chair—have eaten some ice cream — drank a cup of milk for my

I am sitting here in the chair in my room yet—weather fine, rain at nights, to-day a little clouded &

Yesterday & to-day I am perceptibly better—Cooler & signs of September—Still adhere to my 2d story room

moment—I have somewhere a printed slip of "Old Age's Lambent Peaks" & will yet send it—but I cannot lay my

hand on it this moment—a cloudy rather pleasant day, almost cool—quiet—I reiterate the offer of my mare

afternoon & all last night—dont seem any improvement in strength or vim —dont yet get out at all of my

literary matters by a sort of trustee-board, yourself, Harned & Horace Traubel —& assigned all [of] my

worldly possessions to Ed, & to my sisters —the "Nov.

sufficient frequent bowel movements—had a very slim day all yesterday —a little easier to-day—but slow, slow—my

collected Vol —Was wondering whether that w'd be detected—did not say anything ab't it, but it has been in my

accept the matter below it, & shall practically put it in action—as I finish I am sitting alone by my

My opine is that our dear O'Connor is better—jaunting at present for the time an easier road on plateau

than the C itself) —Ed Stafford has just call'd with some apples & a chicken— Saturday Sunset Have had my

dinner, stew'd chicken & rice pudding—have not left my room yet, but shall get down a few minutes to-morrow

good last night—no doctor now three or four days—a note from Mrs: Fairchild Boston rec'g the big book—my

be printed Jan: 5—I will send you a copy at once—have been taking some ice cream & a cup of milk for my

serene as ever & getting on comfortably—had a present of some plump sweet partridges —& half one for my

American sent last night—I believe the books, printing &c. are going to eventuate satisfactorily from my

point of view & plans—no cyclone of success—but no special mishap—wh' is a great victory considering my

continue to feel fairly & what may be call'd improving—bowel movement this forenoon—I read letter from my

practically with it—certainly so—& glad to get it all— As I write, the Post paper comes, with an item ab't my

a second time—I guess I am getting along pretty well, considering everything—to have the books off my

B. " and has considerable to say of my "fame"—(I am not sure but we are to put E C S on our list of real

I am sitting in my big chair by the oak wood fire as I write—it is a darkish, damp, heavy-air'd day &

I am not feeling my easiest—Mr Ingram has just been in & bo't a copy of Nov: B. for a Quakeress friend

, & got some loose reading matter for a prisoner in jail I send to sometimes —my head is weighty & sore

My Complete Works , ab't 900 pp Vol: will be put to press nearly contemporaneously with the Nov.

recover strength or personal activity or any thing of that sort, the least particle—I have not left my

don't want them back)— If any gaps of the proof pages up to 104 exist, mention it & I will remit—Keep my

room yet—am sitting now (& in four fifths time day) in the capacious ratan-seated arm chair—my condition

the opposition & resentment at L of G. is probably as concentrated & vital & determined in New York (my

known— —I am sitting here all alone to-day—I do not eat dinner these short days—only breakfast & supper—my

appetite fair—had some buckwheat cakes & raw oysters for my breakfast.

snow storm, quite brisk—well I laid in a cord of oak wood yesterday & am keeping up a good fire—had my

meant in it is (as I have before told you) to make the completed, authenticated (& personal) edition of my

Commonplace Book added a few details: "He will sell me the plates of Spec: Days for $150—he gives consent to my

Days for my complete works edition—500 or 600 copies." (Whitman's Commonplace Book; Charles E.

new little "November Boughs" is slowly but steadily moving—Horace Traubel is invaluable to me in it—My

head in preparing my copies or reading proof is poorly, dull, raw, no weak grip, no consecutive, no

Horace Traubel —& by the best printers I have ever yet had—The Century people have just sent me again my

October number—bowel movements continue every day or other day—I take no drugs at all—have not moved from my

this mn'g from NY Herald, from J G B[ennett] himself ask'g me to write for the paper —I have just had my

Kossabone"; February 27, "Mannahatta"; February 29, "Paumanok"; March 1, "From Montauk Point"; March 2, "My

"Life"; April 16, "To Get the Final Lilt of Songs"; April 23, "To-day and Thee"; May 2, "Queries to My

Have had my supper—& all right—Your letters rec'd— W W Walt Whitman to Richard Maurice Bucke, 23 February

Camden Saturday noon Sept. 22 '88 Still here in my big chair in the sick room yet—a coolish wave to-day

him as of old—he thinks himself it affects his literary power, (style, even matter)—Horace told him my

binder this evening—Shall not feel out of the woods & all safe, until I see the October Century , with my

roots" for the meter (slang from N Y vagabonds, for favorable prophecy)—It gets cooler & I have donn'd my

In his journal he wrote of their farewell: "He presses my hand long and tenderly; we kiss and part, probably

Camden Wednesday Evn'g Aug: 22 '88 Am still keeping my room—Sunny & cool day very fine—the booklet slowly

—bowel movements fair—no hitch in the progress of the big book, but slow—my dull indomitable inertia

feeling—constipation—then otherways, quite a strong steady pulse & fair appetite, & generally hold my

them)—I enclose Ernest Rhys's letter, just rec'd —also two letters for you—I believe they still print my

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Ellen Emerson, and Sanborn: "There was a general agreement with my position."

Camden 10 A M Dec: 21 '88 Every thing continues not unfavorable at least—had a fair night & have eaten my

Saturday, P M—Bright and real cold here—as I sit, the great wolf skin is spread on the chair to protect my

Camden 10½ a m Dec: 20 '88 Am getting along—more favorably turning than the other—relish'd my mutton-broth

Dante's filmy ghosts, rushing by with mere gibberish)—yes it is mainly all autobiographic environ'd with my

they are strengthening me & I wish to send you these few words of thanks & gratitude for the sake of my

dead love & my living grief.

little "Old Age's Lambent Peaks" appears in the just out Century —Maurice, I should like you to have my

better or strongly—the bowel movement is just right (a great favorable point daily or every other daily)—my

you Pearsall Smith's note wh' is favorable & you will want to know—the remains cool & pleasant to-day—My

My dinner is just here & I relish it— W W Steamship Aller June 20th. 1888.

My dear Friend — It was with much regret that we felt compelled to leave you in your sickness last week

Our passage across the whole way has been nearly as smooth as a duck pond, and my health has been very

Camden 9 P M March 19 '88 I was out yesterday to my friends the Harneds , & took a 3 or 4 mile drive

forenoon & fair temperature—warmish—yours of 17th rec'd to-day—I wonder if you are not to be envied there—my

theories keep favorable sufficiently markedly—pulse good—a fairly movement bowel this forenoon—& eat my

or 15th) just rec'd—I am certainly no worse in re the late physical ailments—easier more likely —ate my

dinner with relish—(cold beef, potatoes & onions)—Eakins has been today painting my portrait—it is altogether

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

bit of dinner—had a big bath this forenoon—Dr Osler has been to-day—his prognosis remains favorable—my

Camden Tuesday Early PM July 17 '88 Pleasant weather warmish but not hot—my body strength & head grip

Mitchell suggested it yesterday afternoon—I feel better I suppose as I sit here, but my head is thick

to 92 inclusive proof sheets, those are all the printers given me to date—I am still sitting up—have my

Burroughs was still depressed: "I try to keep absorbed in my farm operations.

since that ill spell—Nothing special or new with me—bitter cold just now here, but sun shining to day—My

visitors—Morse still away west—the Smiths going to London early in summer—Mrs D[avis] has just been in to see to my

coal & to say we are to have apple pudding for dinner—it is chilly here as I finish this—my little bird

Camden March 15 '88 Everything continuing on ab't the same with me—was out to dinner at my friends the

here—the throat trouble still—otherwise well—O'C[onnor] is taking massage treatment —the H[erald] has paid my

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

Camden Saturday Night Jan 14 '88 Have had my supper (some rice pudding & a cup of tea) & am sitting here

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

Camden Aug: 14 '88 Sunny & cool to-day—nothing new in my case—bowel action—my lines on Sheridan's burial

were printed in Herald Aug: 12—(I am beginning to keep my bits & contributions, poetic spurts &c. again

out still undecided—not before than October anyhow—I still have the design of making a 900 page Vol. my

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

ab't our dear O'C—eagerly look for word —Matters so so with me—good bowel clearance to-day—word from my

friend Linton from Eng[land] to-day—he is well—Shall have some oysters for my dinner ab't 4—made my

On October 9, 1888, O'Connor wrote: "My eye is now under battery treatment (assault-and-battery treatment

My eye got open at last, but is still bleary and bad" (Horace Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Wednesday

am trying to get the E[lias] H[icks] paper presentable—but hard work—but I keep at it obstinately (my

me—raw, wet, cloudy weather here—H Gilchrist came this forenoon to inquire, but did not come up to my

kitchen girl, giving out some bread & meat to the tramp at the gate the other day)—The strength of my

I don't see much prospect of my book on you seeing the light soon" (Feinberg; Horace Traubel, With Walt

date & name of magazine & if so I will tell you—Your letter came last evn'g—Have had beef & onions for my

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

this, Mr Horace Traubel, a personal friend of mine, the same as you would with me, & consider him as my

Camden NJ America Thursday Evn'g Oct 4 '88— Still keeping my sick room but fair spirits & no worse—great

hottest day of the season—but I have got thro' fairly with it—& have just finish'd & quite enjoy'd my

Not yet left my room for down stairs— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Mary Whitall Smith Costelloe, 4 August

& sent to Dr Bucke —As I sit early afternoon every thing is quiet & comfortable—I have not yet left my

particulars—H Gilchrist seems to be thriving & happy—I hear often from Dr Bucke —I will send you forthwith my