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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
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
Glendale a longish letter wh' I want you to have, as it is meant as much for you —I have finished all my
with portrait for front piece) book , trimmed & gilt edged—good job—bound in crepe—thick paper (like my
(Get along though better than you would suppose)—Come and see me if you make y'r trip—Give my love to
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
Dear Sir:— I would be highly pleased to receive your autograph to place in my collection, and hope you
You will feel bad about it I know and it is very natural you should still it is my decided conviction
I shall not be surprised to see my highest claims for you (for making which I have been counted a lunatic
My copy of Sarrazin has come to hand by the afternoon's mail—it is as you said, a lovely little book.
My daughter Clare is still in bed but will be up in a day or two I trust.
Bucke is referring to Whitman's poem "My 71st Year," which would be published in Century Illustrated
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
ASYLUM FOR THE INSANE LONDON, ONTARIO London, Ont. 8 Nov 188 9 It is after tea (7 P.M.), I am over in my
soon as I get a few hundred that I can spare (and I look for that time to come very soon now) it is my
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)
Camden Saturday Evn'g Sept. 14 '89 Nothing particular or new in my affairs or condition—feel bad enough
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 Jan: 22 '89 Still keep up & read & write ab't the same—but remain cribb'd in my room.
but must send it sure before long—he has made & sent me a fragmentary trans: of part that I have had my
is Edw'd Carpenter's, as you will see —( Nov: B is more likely to be read and take than any other of my
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
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
send the card of Mrs: O'C[onnor], just rec'd —gloomy prospect enough—Nothing new with me—have just had my
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.
Toward sunset Had a good thorough bath this afternoon, hot water—my "cold" has not altogether withdrawn—I
day—I almost envy your having such lots to do, responsibilities & strong & well & energetic to do 'em—My
lassitude is one of the worst points in my condition—but whether Sidney Morse's man's answer (when reproach'd
probably say)—Well I will adjust myself for dinner, & hope you & Mrs B & all are having good times—& send my
Nothing new or different—Pretty dull—my cold in the head rampant—I am trying to while the day with the
Horace and Mr Blake, Unitarian minister f'm Chicago, here this mn'g—pleasant visit—a spell of my currying
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
out clear & inspiriting—y'r letter comes—Ed has been down to the bank to deposit some cheques for me —My
yet printed, 7) of his "American Literature" in wh' I appear (with good wood-eng[raving] portrait) —My
Well, here comes my dinner— W W Walt Whitman to Richard Maurice Bucke, 8 April 1889
like to read—(T B Aldrich's also tho' short is very friendly & eulogistic—not sent here)— Nothing in my
, I have had a notion for, & now put out partly to occupy myself, & partly to commemorate finishing my
For the regard, the affection, which convoyed your noble argosy to this my haven,—believe me, my dear
Well: there is too much taking off of hats, but I certainly should doff my own to the Sun-God.
Pray give my kind regards to M. Traubel. Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, William D.
Camden April 16 '89 Cloudy raw weather—(may be part of my glum condition)—No word from O'C[onnor] now
It may seem ungracious . . . to say so (for Dick is my friend and means me well) but his piece impresses
Camden April 14 '89 Fine sunny weather—nothing special in my health—(if any difference am suffering less
My dear friend, I was glad to hear by your postal that you are getting along without an increase of suffering
My old enemy "melancholia" spreads its vampire wings still over my life and will I presume go with me
Gardner of Paisley, accepting my MS. "Walt Whitman the Poet of Humanity."
suppose his idea is that people will buy L. of G. more if they are not given the passages in question in my
angry—they are invented or distorted most horribly—I take it all phlegmatically—Dark, heavy, raw day, & my
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
exhibits to night—(Ed goes—I am favorable)—& besides Dr Baker "graduates" this afternoon—you know he is my
J F Millet —the "cold in the head" still upon me palpably—stew'd chicken, Graham bread & coffee for my
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
If the weather keeps good & no hitch in my condition, I shouldn't wonder if I got out that way, before
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
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
there & show myself—if I do that) is smoothly moving—It is now noon & after, & I thanks to Ed have had my
. | May 20 | 8 PM | 89; London | AM | MY 22 | 89 | Canada.
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
Camden 1889 Saturday early P M June 1 — Well here I am, feeling fairly, commencing my 71st year.
turning (which were fortunately wide & easy) to the big banquet hall & big crowd, where I was roll'd to my
speeches from) outsiders—The compliments & eulogies to me were excessive & without break —But I fill'd my
I am still confined to the room & chair—eat & drink moderately—my meals mostly mutton-broth with bits
badly off—worse—& I am much worried ab't him—he is laid up, mainly bed fast, in his house—very bad, at my
Camden noon June 23 '89 Sunny, cool, first rate day—Every thing much the same in my condition &c.
3d day—havn't taken any medicine in a long time—(no doctors here 3 or 4 months)—sent the big b'k to my
—tho't it might be instigated by my tonic—& have intermitted it to-day (for the first since you sent)
—am sitting here after my supper, & shall go out in wheel chair to river side—y'r letters rec'd —weather
worst of the weakness, caving-in & head inertia—but I feel it, the dose, for an hour after taking in my
both—his is one of those college pessimistic dudes Europe (& America too) sends out I am sitting here in my
I have offered & agreed to return her $5.00—one of Wm's subscriptions, thinking one of my books w d be
Camden Sunday P M July 21 '89 Dull with me—am sitting quietly in my 2d story room—am not taking the tonic
every week or month a button or peg gives out—most of the time mildly—but I realize it well enough—my
dulling)—warmth shaded a little to-day & cloudy any how—ate a rare egg & some Graham bread & coffee for my
—I hope to resume practice in the state, some time in the future, when I have paid my debts and saved
My mother is still living in Boston at the age of 75, well and hearty.
—God bless you my old and long tried friend—"With fond affection and recollection.
Wilson will tackle in some way my Whitman."