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Had my breakfast & relish'd it—three or four hot stew'd oysters, a stout slice of toasted Graham bread
, & a mug of coffee— My housekeeper Mrs: Davis is compell'd to be temporarily absent these two days &
Ed my nurse gets my breakfast & gets it very well.
often bless the Lord & congratulate myself that things are as well with me as they are—that I retain my
mentality intact—that I have put my literary stuff in final form—that I have a few (but sufficient)
good-will & good luck to you, dear friends both—Nothing very new or different with me—I have just finished my
& blessings — I am writing for pub'n a little still—have had a bad spell last week & before—one of my
Feb: 8 '89 Am thinking a good deal ab't you to-day—have rec'd the card N[elly] sent & it has rous'd my
tho't's & sympathies greatly—Nothing new or special in my condition— Love to you & N— Walt Whitman Walt
same—am slowly getting on with the new (pocket-book) ed'n L of G. with Annex bits & Backw'd Glance at end—My
fresh lilacs—beautiful—am cogitating of a strong out-door push chair to get out in, to be propell'd by my
tantalizing me a good deal, as I can just glean enough for a whiff only—Nothing special to write ab't in my
big books by this time—I can hardly tell why, but feel very positively that if any thing can justify my
. & at better presentation, picture &c. than you might fancy) —Am still under my "cold in the head" misery
Camden Evn'g Jan 31 '89 Have had a favorable day in my condition—fine sunny pleasantly cool weather—hope
here by the oak fire alone—trying to interest myself with the morning papers & Harper's Weekly , &c—My
Camden March 3 '89 Am feeling better all day from the encouraging & sunny news my young friend Horace
H T will send hence (March 4) two copies of my big book by express, one for you & one for Nelly —yours
of G. with Sands at Seventy & Backward Glance as epilogue & am busying myself at it (to commemorate my
finishing my 70th year)— Best love— W W Walt Whitman to William D.
Have been hoping all day I sh'd get some word & relieving word from you—but nothing—Can only write my
—weather rainy wh' we wanted—temperature mild—I have a big bunch of lilacs on the table near, (from my
Have just had my massage treatment. Is beneficial.
letter from T B Aldrich Boston—he buys the big book (sending $25 for it) —Am feeling well (for me)—pass my
noon Feb: 24 '89 Sitting here by the oak fire dawdling over the Sunday's Tribune and the Phil: Press —my
last three days & nights—nothing very new—sunny & very cold here—some strangely favorable notices ab't my
has been & may be again—think of you every day as we all do—many inquiries ab't you—have a big Vol (my
proof reading, big house)— Dull times with me—constipation & inertia at the fore, & both big—have had my
along fairly—physicalities &c. from fair to middling for an old man & whack'd & paralyzed at that— My
Things with me abt same—I sit here in my big chair alone most of the time, as ever, same old monotonous
Camden April 17 '89 A heavy saturated leaden day—& my condition ab't the same.
N[elly]'s card came yesterday—my best prayers for more mark'd improvement—I have just sent off books
bo't in England—one Dr B[ucke]'s book specially sent for —I have just finished my supper:dinner.
February 15, 1889 Am sitting by the oak fire all day—no visitors or letters—but sort o' get along with my
papers & books—Kennedy, Boston, sends kindest inquiries ab't you with sympathy & greeting—My friend
(Some few of my most determined friends & understanders appear to be in Boston)—Rather dull with me to-day
Camden April 14 '89 Fine sunny coolish day—Ab't same as before with me—(fancy less rub-a-dub in my brain
Camden April 11 '89 Splendid sunny perfect weather here—I sit with my window open—friendly notices from
afternoon Feb: 10 '89 Hope you have as fine & sunny a day in Wash'n as we are having here—Send you my
Received from Thomas Donaldson Ten Dollars for books— Walt Whitman Dear TD I am here imprison'd yet in my
I have a copy of my big 900 Vol.
Camden Jan. 8, 1889 Tom, if you have it and you can, I wish you w'd fill my bottle again with that Sherry
My dear friend O'Connor is dead. Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman to Thomas B. Harned, 10 May 1889
Camden New Jersey Evn'g Jan: 5 '89 I want to send at once my brief thanks & appreciation of y'r notice
—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
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
D and Ed Wilkins (my nurse) are good & so far I get along fairly with appetite, grub & sleep wh' of course
hear from him often—I had a letter from Ruth enclosed, (tho' I suppose she has written to you)—I send my
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
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
(Get along though better than you would suppose)—Come and see me if you make y'r trip—Give my love to
Camden New Jersey U S America Dec: 24 '89 Still (after a sort) hold possession of the ship —but my grasp
growing fainter & my eyes dimmer—Wish to specially write to thank you for kindness —Y'r proof just rec'd
Camden New Jersey US America Evn'g Sept 8 '89— Here I sit toward sunset in my big old chair in the 2d
story room in Mickle street wafting affectionate wishes over to you— Nothing new or notable in my affairs
If the weather keeps good & no hitch in my condition, I shouldn't wonder if I got out that way, before
Camden Oct 8 '89 Y'rs of 6th rec'd —Did you get the Harper's Weekly Sept. 28 with my little "Bravo, Paris
burr-r-r over the Delaware—the sun is pouring down almost hotly out (O that I could be out & move in it) & my
in W[ashington] may-be unconscious,—may-be passing from life—meanwhile—thought o'ertoppling all else—my
send the card of Mrs: O'C[onnor], just rec'd —gloomy prospect enough—Nothing new with me—have just had my
Well, here comes my dinner— W W Walt Whitman to Richard Maurice Bucke, 8 April 1889
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
Camden April 7 '89 Y'r letters arrived & welcome—My card yesterday f'm Mrs: O'C speaks of our dear friend
sitting up next forenoon—Nothing new with me—Horace, Tom, Mrs: H. and Mr Morehouse have just call'd—My
tho't no more definitely of the Baltimore Hospital scheme —am sitting here as usual comfortable enough—my
sister Lou just been here, has been down to see my bro: Eddy —he is all right— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman
have—shall send you some more as I shall have some more in a day or two—(S[arrazin] takes 'em all down in my
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
well to-day—weather heavy, damp, cloudy to-day—have been feasting on strawberries (a big basket f'm my
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
out clear & inspiriting—y'r letter comes—Ed has been down to the bank to deposit some cheques for me —My