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I have looked so long for that autograph copy of "My Captain," for "a place of honor," in my collection
Aldrich wanted an autograph copy of Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!."
"O Captain! My Captain!"
For more information on the poem, see Gregory Eiselein, "'O Captain! My Captain!'
Whitman eventually did furnish Aldrich with a manuscript copy of "O Captain!
Harper's Fifth Reader (1889) reprinted Whitman's "O Captain! My Captain!
Grass," the poems entitled "For You O Democracy," p. 99, "the Singer in the Prison," p. 292, and "O Captain
, My Captain," p. 262—or, in lieu of the first two, the poem called "Pioneers!
listed 89th in the table of contents along with the following four works: "Greatness in Poetry," "O Captain
My Captain!
Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain
My Captain!" For further information on Whitman's views of Lowell, see William A.
Sunday Evn'g Dec: 29 '89 Much the same things &c: continued—feeling dull & stupid—dark bad weather—my
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
Just as my MS pkg was consigned to steamer Roman of the Warren Line, comes crawling along—like a fly
Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain
My Captain!"
I had a very good time Christmas, went home & helped to eat the turkey, all my sisters & brothers were
So I made up my mind to leave in the fall & go at the Veterinary business which I consider was a wise
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
improvement in health or strength either—but I keep pretty good spirits & eat & sleep fairly yet—Have my
Good bye for the present, Ed, & my remembrances & love to you, boy— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Edward
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
Oct: 22 '89 Fine sunny weather continued—Warren Fritzinger , one of Mrs D's sailor boys, is acting as my
Y'rs rec'd—Suppose Ed is there all right by this time —Shall I send you my N Y Critic after rec'd?
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
, en route for Wash'n—Shall try to get out in wheel chair a little to-day—nothing very different in my
jaunt—went to the bank—went down to the river side—sun, river & sky fine—sat 15 minutes in the Nov. sun—find my
head & bodily strength pretty low yet (no improvement)—I like my sailor boy nurse —I cannot move without
his help—my grub to-day rice-and-mutton broth, bread, and stew'd prunes—appetite fair—feeling pretty
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
O'C's condition & every thing relating to him —(a good strong man nurse he evidently needs at once—my
Of course I make no response— Things nearly the same—not one even of my tolerable days—my head is uncomfortable
substantial volume—not that I am overwhelmed or even entirely satisfied by it, but as I had not put my
Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain
My Captain!" For further information on Whitman's views of Lowell, see William A.
Camden Nov: 21 '89 Cloudy now the third day—Nothing very new—my little poemet (welcoming Brazil republic
last four days—rest &c: last night satisfactory—rare fried eggs, Graham bread, stew'd prunes & tea for my
Fritzinger, has just been up to see me—I like the two fellows, & they do me good (his brother Warren is my
I send another piece ab't Dr Sequard —it is just past noon & I am ab't having my currying.
Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
bad even foul move—& himself a bad & foul move—that's the deep final verdict of America's soul—had my
chair last evn'g & look'd at the full moon & clouds & brightness a long time— Am sitting here alone in my
den—one bunch of flowers on the table at my left & another on the right—& Warren my nurse downstairs
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
middling)—I have been sitting here, trying to interest myself in the mn'g papers—have three of them—& my
if there give him my love.
horse brush) & will give me another ab't 9 1/2—they are very acceptable to me—sting a little & make my
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
Camden Oct:31 '89 "The same subject continued"—good bowel passage last evn'g— my sailor boy nurse (Warren
bed) had a letter from Ed this morning—so he got there all right any how—buckwheat cakes & honey for my
pummeling, &c. bath also & have had a visit f'm some of the Unitarian conference—y'rs of 29th rec'd —my
to-day to Doylestown, Penn: (20 miles f'm here) to visit & comfort a very old couple—returns to-night—my
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
Camden am Aug 24 '89 Am easier than during the week, but bad enough yet—Have made away with my breakfast
Camden, 14 th Aug. '89 My dear Walt Whitman, Your welcome p'card of July 23 rd reminds me how the time
has slipped away since my last letter to you.
The Fritzinger brothers were the children of a blind sea captain, Henry Whireman Fritzinger, for whom
Camden Oct:30 '89—near noon Still cloudy, dark & threatening rain—My sister Lou this forenoon with a
nice chicken & some Graham biscuits—Warren (my nurse, my sailor boy) drove her out in a little wagon
to the cemetery "Evergreen" where my dear mother & Lou's baby children are buried—as she wanted to go
I rubbed my hands in glee after quoting some of the good great fellows (in England & America) who stand
She says, "I saw with my own eyes, his nobility & manners," &c.
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
with me here, but I guess every thing going with me me fairly considering —Am sitting here alone in my
den by the oak-wood fire alone as usual—my sailor boy is off to the dentist, for a long bad job with
Whitman I think it must have been my guardian angel that gave thee the "impalpable nudge" to write to
I am worse & not better, & now I have to go off for I don't know how long to the Pyrennees, leaving my
My road has seemed so shut up—I am laid aside in the midst of all the work I care for—fit for nothing—and
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
dusty—we need rain, & will probably soon have it— Stedman is mad over that Japanee's item in the Herald of my
enc: card rec'd from Mrs: O'C[onnor] to day —New ed'n of L of G. progressing—Horace was here to-day—My
On April 25, 1889, the New-York Tribune reported that Captain Hamilton Murrell of the steamship Missouri
—Am sitting here alone as usual in my den—all right I guess — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Richard Maurice
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
Sometimes as I read it I feel as if my whole previous life were rolling en masse through me, and as if
Dont get down-hearted, my boy, say I! We read yr strong verse in November Century.
Whitman's poem "My 71st Year" was published in the November 1889 issue of Century Illustrated Monthly
way: but as to writing about novelists, novels, English, American, any other—God help me: I can't see my
way to it . . . what he proposes is out of my line . . .
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
has come safely —thanks—I am here yet getting along fairly—seven weeks hot weather here—but I hug to my
old den thro' all as the best I can do in my immobile condition—no sales of books —love to all inquiring
Whitman made a similar observation in The Commonplace-Book on July 19, 1889: "No sale worth mentioning of my
I clung to the farm & lived alone with my dog, coming down here Sundays & stormy weather.
The old farm where I was born has come back upon my hands & is very embarrassing.
I tried to help my brother through with it, but he has proved unequal to the task & I have had to take
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
It is worth all of my book put together.
I also send you per express paid a couple of jars of my nice currant jam put up by myself fr fruit raised
Grant, the General's father, addressed to my great uncle Granger, (Judge William G. of Ohio very wealthy
Jesse came very near marrying my uncle's sister he says. I may publish the letter. So keep mum .
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
Whitman has written at the bottom of the page in blue pencil: "I rec'd the currants—wh' I eat with my
substantial volume—not that I am overwhelmed or even entirely satisfied by it, but as I had not put my
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
—I am here coop:d up just as closely & helpless as ever—don't get my health or strength an atom more—Sit
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
"The sea-wind & the sea Made all my soul in me A song for ever!"
by the way, to say that a note has come to say a package (of portraits presumably) from you, awaits my
I shall be able now to get on with my article for the 'Scottish Art Review' as soon as I am back in town
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
I am wanting to envelope up & send some copies by Oceanic Express of my "Complete Works," a big 900 page
(one copy for you), all directed to my friend R.
, London—will send you word when I do so—also wish you to give me address of Misses Ford (give them my
love) to whom I send a copy in same package—As I finish I am comfortable—sitting in my big chair here
length (with many interpolations) in The Commonplace-Book: "A very bad (never so bad before) lapse of my
payment (to J M Shoemaker & Co. bankers) they spoke of the paid original draft, & I gave the Camden bank my
length (with many interpolations) in The Commonplace-Book: "A very bad (never so bad before) lapse of my
payment (to J M Shoemaker & Co. bankers) they spoke of the paid original draft, & I gave the Camden bank my
Herbert was here last evn'g very good visit—Hot weather here—Am pretty ill—one of my worst spells—now
a week—half the time stretch'd out on the bed—half the time in my big chair as now—Love to you all—glad
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
Please accept my best wishes that the year we have entered upon may bring to you much calm peacefulness
I am, my dear sir, yours very truly and gratefully, Mary Ashley Mary Ashley to Walt Whitman, 7 January
These days I seem to need something: seem to be looking for something—feeling towards it: something my
You dear (young) old F'ellow: — I was just feeling to-day a lack in my soul—a gap—an idea that you had
I continue at my typographical business Hope I hear from Paisley in a fortnight goodnight & love—gloomy
Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My
30, 1868, Whitman informed Ralph Waldo Emerson that "Proud Music of the Storm" was "put in type for my
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
thanked Walt Whitman for the copy of Complete Poems & Prose, and expressed his "admiration . . . with all my
love for one I considered, from my first reading of him, as one of the best and the greatest men of
Whitman's poem "My 71st Year" was published in Century Illustrated Magazine in November 1889.
May 30.1889— My Dear Walt— Let me send my hand & heart to you in this pen-scrawl, bearing loving, reverential
Accept then my love, my hopes of other birthdays, my fraternal & gladsome kiss and word on this birthday
However I offer you my congratulations.
Fraternally & Faithfully yours "Dick" (RJ) Hinton My wife joins me fully. Richard J.
And to think my dearest brother you have been out. it It is wonderful good news to me.
I am trying to clean house, Walt dear, I do it all myself, but I take my time I have to.
—my carpets are all taken up down stairs downstairs (done cleaning up stairs upstairs glad to be able
to work even my way) Ime I'm slow enough, but do pretty well glad to stop a little while to write a
will you give my love to them, please.
good oak fire—Am still imprison'd in the sick room—Keep up spirits pretty fair, but weak as ever in my
friends from seeing me)—& for a month or so I was in a horrible plight—a nuisance to myself & all—but my
here in the room—Mrs Davis has just been in & wishes to send her love to you, & says come up & see us—my
is well, & seems to be well off & satisfied—young Harry Bonsall died there three or four weeks ago—my
sisters at Greenport L I and Burlington Vermont are ab't as usual—my brother & sister Lou are well at
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
Ford & William & Ethel & Arthur Thompson —(The letter—somehow one of the best I ever rec'd—goes to my
hour or two to the river shore when I feel like it—have a good strong young Canadian (Ed Wilkins ) for my
helper & nurse—have just had what I call my currying for the mid-day —& am probably getting along better
than you all might suppose—fortunately my right & left arms are left me in good strength & volition,
& advice to be a sort of public & speechifying dinner &c. in compliment to my finishing my 70th year
Bucke is referring to Whitman's poem "My 71st Year," which was first published in the November 1889 issue
My people refused to put up the money without adequate protection."
April 18 Thursday Afternoon 89 I do hope my dearest brother you are feeling a good deal better to day
today I do want you to be. so much. my My greatest comfort is thinking about your being pretty well,
I think of you always my dear brother as I always like to tell you indeed Walt I dont don't think I could
I had not heard you was were sick my dear brother It is right pretty to hear about those wild flowers
.— Walt dear I send love with all my heart.
and brain action (while easily tired and sore at the best) remain, the muscles, especially my right
fair—and the main elementary functions active at least half (or even plus half) to keep off so far my
bound edition of L. of G. including the "Sands at 70" and "Backward Glance," as a sort of commemorating my
Bucke —my dear friend O'Connor at Washington very ill yet—Wm.
Walsh on the Herald , and Julius Chambers World are friendly to me—I am sitting in my big rattan chair
to see them—I wrote to you to write & confer with him (R) —but have no word f'm you—Did you receive my
this time—I have nothing from R. now for a long, long while (with that exception)— I am laid up in my
sick room—essentially the sixth recurrence of my war paralysis—& have been (two or three spells serious
feeble, cannot get across the room without assistance—have a nurse, a good, strong Canadian young man—my
the same as hitherto—have mean time bro't out "November Boughs," 140 pages, & a big Vol. 900 pages, my