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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

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

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

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

'88 Thanks dear Kitty, dear friend, dear girl, for the beautiful photo—it is indeed beautiful—give my

On December 17, 1888, Katherine (Kitty) wrote to "My dear Uncle Walt": "We have once more made a nest

I shall place these and your full-grown volume together, and hand them down to my children I enclose

My dear Friend: I received your beautiful gift yesterday afternoon just in time for Xmas, and I cannot

For my own part I have just had a glorious dinner of roast turkey and plum pudding and feel well!

My great anxiety now is to put meter matters in such shape that I may get to Phila and see yourself and

Traubel and see with my own eyes how things are with you.

That wonderful title page I look at & look at, & can't seem to get dovetailed into my mind.

My day had a sad ending.

Please give my very special congratulations to Traubel anent this big volume (for I suppose he helped

And give my regards to your Canadian nurse-friend.

Dave, I send a couple copies of my pho's, one for the children each—(If I knew their first names I w'd

have written on) W W Have just had my breakfast—hot buckwheat cakes with syrup & a cup of tea— Merry

decidedly better—I want to send a package to Mr Pearsall Smith's by European Express with several big Vols. my

urged the warm bath, medicine, moderate diet (almost starvation diet is safest for him) he has answered my

Dear J—& thanks—I am better now & sit up most of the day—had some mutton-broth, toast & an oyster for my

breakfast—We are going to have fine weather for Christmas—I rec'd a letter from Miss Harbinson ack'g the book—My

Dec 23 d 1888 Dear Walt: I am sitting here in my bark-covered study this bright sharp day, writing you

I am feeling well, better than one year ago this time, my summers work I think has put something into

If I could only continue my farm work or else hibernate like a woodchuck I should be glad.

From the two far corners of my office (where I am sitting) the 1st & 2d heads look down upon me grandly

Milwaukee, Dec. 23 1888 My dear Jessie A Merry Christmas to you— I enclose a little momento as I could

Candidly and dispassionately reviewing all my intentions, I feel that they were creditable—and I accept

Or rather, to be quite exact, a desire that had been flitting through my previous life, or hovering on

feeling or ambition to articulate and faithfully express in literary or poetic form and uncompromisingly my

in a few lines, I shall only say the espousing principle of those lines so gives breath of life to my

Difficult as it will be it has become, in my opinion, imperative to achieve a shifted attitude from superior

They have all an intense (sometimes most painfull) interest to me—but whether cheering or the reverse my

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 Evn'g Dec: 21 '88 Thanks for your good letter rec'd this forenoon—I sympathize with William as 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.

We are all well, this is Clare's birthday (my oldest girl) she is 18 today.

I often wish that I could write you a long letter, & tell you all about us, but as I wrote you, my head

& eyes gave out , & I can write but very little, even to my two sisters,— & we are all that are left

much in it, the Italian papers I am sorry to say I cannot read (but glad to have them all the same for my

thanks for the paper wh- comes regularly & is always interesting to me—Second, I send you a Volume of 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."

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

My dear Uncle Walt: I thought you would like to see your little Kittie's face so send my photograph wishing

(from my dear friend, Little Kitty (14 yr's old) daughter of my friend Johnston the jeweler—with very

My dear Sir : I should like, if I can do so without impertinence, to send you my grateful thanks for

You have, through them, infused into my life and into the lives of many others, a fresher, healthier

I send you a paper which I read in October last in Warrington, Lancashire, and let my sincerity and enthusiasm

be my excuse for the utter inadequacy of treatment of a subject I both love and revere.

I remain, my dear sir, with grateful thanks, Thomas Tylston Greg.

ONTARIO London, Ont., 16 Dec 188 8 The books did not arrive last ev'g to my great disgust.

My chief interest now is the pat , I trust I shall hear tomorrow morning that you are easier Always your

I send my best love R M Bucke Richard Maurice Bucke to Walt Whitman, 15 December 1888

As I sit here looking up Brattle Square Cambridge from my proof-room window, the gay elastic children

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

The practice I had in America, & the vocal exercises that I used to indulge in during my mountain rambles

working men,—chiefly socialists; so I gave them as good an account of Leaves of Grass in connection with my

To my great delight, there proved to be several men there who knew L. of G. & who were able to join with

opposite side of the river, & the sound of fire-bells & galloping horses in the distance, drew me out of my

My American trip seems to have given me a new energy of assimilation too.

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

My present woe is a festered pen finger, sore as death, and preventing me writing.

It is one of my afflictions, though without pain.—I will try to write soon.

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

We are all well here I send you my love R M Bucke Richard Maurice Bucke to Walt Whitman, 6 December 1888

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

memories to you—for I have them always for you—Was prostrated down with ab't the sixth recurrent attack of my

paralysis again and iron-bound constipation early last June & have been kept ever since in my sick room

Boughs" wh' I send a copy to you same mail with this—Also am finishing a big Vol. comprehending all my

ready for binder—I am still at 328 Mickle Street—have not been out doors for over six months—hardly out my

here & see me Friday noon, Dec: 7 I am up, had a partial bath, a bit of breakfast & am now sitting 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).

here is this old Africa & very unhappy send a message to you in America who are helping me to bear my

They were among the last things we ever read together but a few weeks ago in England when my life seemed

I am reading your poems now again alone & in the bitterness of my heart in this place to which I have

come to struggle with my sorrow.

dead love & my living grief.

But I have a good fire in my office, have just had a good dinner of roast turkey and potatoes boiled

Augustine Birrell), so I feel that I can defy the Pope the Devil and the Pretender—(an old expression of my

the same blessing"—seriously I trust all is going well with you—and with the big book —I hope to get my

There is nothing further from Gurd and I feel my patience wearing thin again—all quiet and going well

is a year today since our fire—hope it will be a good many untill until the next —I had a proof of my

Saturday morning, 1st December 1888 My dear Walt, I want to introduce to you my friend Edward Pease of

When my dear mother was initiating "The Free Will Offering" in London Edward Pease was the first to render

You must pardon my type writer & my gossiping letter, but I wanted you to know tha that I & all of us

without it—have got it back again—it is looking cheerfully at me now from its bracket in the corner of 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

Traubel writes: "Changed his cover design at McKay's [at] my suggestion.

I keep it among my records" (Monday, November 26, 1888).

I can, at least, get my old place back again and may get something better.

My most pleasing recollections of Camden are associated with that old House in Arch St., the quiet Sunday

There is nothing new as to my plans since I wrote you last some two or three days ago, have not heard

I am not too well pleased at this postponement of my trip East as I am anxious to see you and was counting