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Give my respects to Miss Wixon —I am sometimes very ill for days & cannot read, write, or talk or be

talked to—& on such occasions answer no letters. . . . am sitting here in my den in great old ratan chair

easy night—Superb weather sunny & warm—Am going out presently in wheel chair —ate four raw oysters for my

breakfast—Expect to give the Lincoln Death piece to-morrow evn'g Phila: (Shall probably skip my daily

light—bathe frequently—some one has sent me Volney's Ruins , a fine added-to ed'n —carries me back 60 y'rs—(my

father had a treasur'd copy)—go out almost daily in wheel chair —have just had my supper—God bless you

My dear Walt The enclosed will interest you—From all accounts the reception of book here is very satisfactory

We are here for my wifes health, which I am glad to say is much improved. Ever yours T. W.

Kurunégala Ceylon 11 Dec 90 My dear Walt— It's good to get your letter of Nov 2 nd forwarded to me here

Too bad my not acknowledging your books—they arrived all right sometime in Sept r and I forwarded one

I am staying just now with my friend Arunáchalam whose name you may remember.

Give my love to Dr Bucke if you write or see him—not forgetting H.

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

My friend Mr Stedman tells me that he thinks you would allow me to call on you.

Since I left England it has been my greatest wish to have the great pleasure of seeing you that I hope

Continued heavy headache—ate my breakfast—am sitting up most of the time—rest very poorly—still calculate

on this grip trouble passing over, but not in time for my 15th lecture in Phila: —I have now sent you

Have just sold & sent off to Eng'd my little p'k't-b'k L of G. Grip & bladder trouble bad.

(I count Ing: as one of my noblest friends & upholders)—John Burroughs has been here to see me—he is

Now along toward the end of third week of grip that holds on by day & night like grim death on top of my

school of the great modern scientists & progressive metaphysicians—Sh'l probably have to give up reading my

March 8 .90 My dear dear .

I am today sending back proof sheets of my new book " To the Czar ." I hope to tear his bowels out.

Am Hof, Davos Platz, Switzerland August 3 1890 My dear Master I received your card of July 20 in due

But it was then too late to alter the reference in my own essay on "Democratic Art" w. had been printed

I hope to have a second edition of my "Essays Speculative & Suggestive" (for only 750 copies were printed

For my own part, after mature deliberation, I hold that the present laws of France & Italy are right

It has not infrequently occurred to me among my English friends to hear your "Calamus" objected to, as

"A monument to outlast bronze," comes from the first line of Horace's Ode 3.30: My Monuument.

Camden New Jersey May 22 1890 Thanks, my dear friend, for y'r good letter (enclosing $25) wh' has safely

fine weather & sun for an hour—Have kind attention & all I need—I enclose you some little slips of my

May 7, '90 Walt Whitman My dear Friend How best can I introduce myself to you?

And then I read the Leaves of Grass and met my dearest friend!

I will write again if my disjointed rhapsodies are bearable and I hope to come down and see you very

time, ab't the 12th or 13th)—They are thinking of a sort of dinner in Phila May 31 in compliment of my

beginning on my 72d year, but we will see.

mind-clouding was temporary—(the worst of course is the eligibility of returning & worse)—¼ to 2—I have had my

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

over hereabout—but I keep a stout oakwood fire—& read & write & while away the time imprisoned here in my

room—hope you get the papers I send—often think of you there more than you know—(my favorite notion

the foundation of L of G, they are banded together in spirit and interest essentially all the earth) My

My father still lives, at the age of ninety-one. But I have lately lost my sister.

Wall Street Oct 20, 90 My dear Whitman, I recd the printed speech, proposed—think it too short.

reckoning in a little room" — You must take good care of yourself—get in good trim physically, so that my

Nothing of any acc't in my condition or affairs—the grip has seized me ag'n—headache & sore throat—still

I sit up, eat my meals & get out in wheel chair —Look at the magazine Universal Review 15th Feb. 1890

or different with me—am pretty well & writing—get out doors & down to river side almost daily—make my

(I dont like that Illustrated News one—it looks a little foxy ) —I send my love, remembrance &c to Dr

Camden NJ U S America Sept: 8 '90 Y'r kind letter rec'd & I have enc'd it in my letter to Dr Bucke to–day—I

continue well as usual of late—had melon & rye bread for my breakfast—fair appetite—have just written

Mickle Street n'r Delaware river Camden New Jersey U S America Dec: 26 '90 — Herewith are copies of my

5 pound postal order—shall send a letter to you by mail also at once in duplicate of this—mean time my

"Every fine day I have my stalwart attendant wheel me out, often to the Federal street ferry, where,

As Carlyle says in his life of John Sterling, many of my seances with O'Reilly are written in star-fire

meeting at Young's was a most memorable one, and Emerson was kind enough to select the passages from my

England are imperative and I must soon sail for merrie England, and after a short stay I will keep my

promise to visit you and to renew my pleasant memories of the Pacific slope.'

you, but I have a bad habit of putting off things—as you know, & week after week slips by & accuses my

This remissness is very much of a part with the rest of my story of late.

Opposite my window the birds kick up a great row in the branches, as they discuss the delicate question

Suggestive" two vols: have just come—thank you—I shall write soon ab't them more at length—Have you rec'd my

I keep up yet—paralyzed almost completely—get out in wheel chair —sleep & appetite fair—my N A.

Our noble good brother Walt Your generous gift of 10 dollars, (divided) was duly recd—Gratefull for my

share, which added to 10 I received for a painting, enabled me to pay my interest, now overdue to the

Camden Dec: 5 '90 My dear JMS I like y'r plan & feel greatly complimented by it & hope it will be carried

I send you herewith the MS of personal article (must not have my name signed) Of course if you print

I am glad that you like & endorse my Notes & I thank you cordially for your kindly remarks concerning

them— It may interest you to know that "the boys" gave me a "surprise party" on the evening of Dec. 8 —my

pleasant evening we had at the Bolton Art Club when I gave the members & their friends an account of my

I shall have great pleasure in sending a copy of my Notes to each of the friends whose names & addresses

In his March 9, 1892, letter to Traubel, Greenhalgh wrote that "Walt has taught me 'the glory of my daily

In all the departments of my life Walt entered with his loving personality & I am never alone" (Horace

prostration at every hand all around me)—had a good little letter f'm Ed Wilkins —buckwheat cakes & honey for my

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

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

keept kept me busy for the past month & I have an old lady staying with me & Jane away so you see that my

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

quiet here, plenty of work, but as long as we can do it we must not grumble at that—still, if I had my

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

hour or two even three or four, every day—a friend sends a hansom & I drive out—or at other times in my

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

day—feels Spring—but I am suffering from the grip —it has caught me at last—am sitting here alone in my

how—it is pretty heavy here crippled here this way, week after week)—write a little—expect to speak my

last year—good spirits (sort o') but physically disabled almost utterly—Fine sunny days I get out in my

wheel chair for an hour or two—generally however am anchored here in my big ratan chair with the wolf-skin

this morning from a young presbytarian clergiman clergyman —a good friend of yours ) but we want (to my

I think you are right to stand aside (personally) from this I. demonstration but for my part (as a friend

For my part nothing could give me greater satisfaction than a rousing demonstration on the part of I.

Chicago Dear Walt,— The old war refrain—"All's quiet on the Potomac" —seems to have a new rendering in my

thought as I go about my daily work: "All silent in Camden."

with me an hour or so, and, on departing, asked permission to write a paragraph for the journal about my

But he made the worst mess about the Holmes talk, & my contempt for facts .

Is Mrs Davis still with you—Give her my best regards.

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

located, but the passages alluded to, including the "old varmint" story, appear in a similar form in "My

I am writing in my office. I can just see to write without the gas and that is all.

Nearly every one at my house is more or less sick—some of them pretty bad (but nothing dangerous so far

I go straight to my subject. Do not call me an autograph fiend.

your leisure, write me out on good paper, one side only, so that I may frame it with your portrait for my

Camden New Jersey U S America May 22 1890 My dear Forman Y'r good letter with the £5 has reached me,

temporarily—is well—shall probably get out this fine afternoon in wheel-chair —have kind attention—I send you my

29 '90 Nothing very new—Am pretty well but have the grip again & sore throat & swell'd head—but ate my

you one of these times soon—have just heard from Dr B[ucke], all well—I am sitting here as usual in my

My best respects to Mr and Mrs.

Currie — My love to you Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Edward Whitman, 28 November 1890

. & I will bring out my book on you sometime , perhaps sooner than we any of us know. I wrote fr.

London Canada, to Fred k Wilson, peremptorily ordering him to return my MS to me.

I have had a sorrow lately in the death of my elder sister.

In a day or two I go to visit my father who is in his ninety–first year & who has been saddened by this

In talking with Thomas Sergeant Perry last night we fell to discussing your work, and to my delight I

Howells and he were two of my most honored friends. Hamlin Garland to Walt Whitman, 20 April 1890

get the two big vols: (Complete Works 900 pp) I sent for you in a bundle by International Express to my

same constitutional good spirits (a great factor) holding on, but grip & bladder bother—I enclose you my

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

getting along so–so—grip yet—bladder bother—&c: &c—fime sunny day—rather cool I have a fire—no word ab't my

here at a stand for 10 cts) y'r letters rec'd—am sitting in the big chair with wolf skin on back in my

Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My

But my debt of gratitude to you, through your writing, is so great that I could not refuse the opportunity

For you have been literally an inspiration in my life.

summer quarters—His address is Centreport Suffolk Co: New York—I enclose the "Twilight Song" one of my

last,—Kennedy remains as proof reader for Boston Transcript—I am writing this in my den in Mickle St

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John's Wood London N.W. 16 June 1890 My dear Walt Whitman, The second copy of "November Boughs" reached

Miss Louisa Drewry, the lady whose paper I told you of in my last, called here yesterday to see the various

lately—to-day have been out f'm two to three hours—start at 11 abt—Stopt at Harleigh Cemetery to look again at my

Give my love to all—I most envy the S W salt air that must be breezing in there to day— Walt Whitman