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This is one of the pleasant evenings when my good mother used to say "How good the dear Father is to

I get an extra copy of the paper laid on my desk every evening & so mail yours without breaking wrapper

Hurd, literary editor, or kept till my return. Had grand visit of 3 days with Dr. Bucke.

I fear I can't see you on my return, as my ticket takes me back (excursion ticket, via northern N.

My dear Friend, I am very curious to get a fuller idea of Ingersoll's dinner speech.

Am getting ready for my Western jaunt on July 7th. Saw item abt yr will.

With the full-perfumed love of my soul, I close, W S Kennedy William Sloane Kennedy to Walt Whitman,

"Ingersoll's Speech" of June 2, 1890, was written by Whitman himself and was reprinted in Good-Bye My

My Whittier is in Funk & Wagnall's safe & is highly complimented by the editor of the series.

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

I keep touching deeper & not before understood tho'ts with my plummet in reading you,—espec. in these

Bluebirds (a pair) building in my box. Also robin & golden woodpecker nesting in lane.

. & 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 was quite amused to see my letter about the G.A.R. in the Camden paper —not amused I mean but willing

Whitman, late in life, said to Horace Traubel: "[I] take my Ruskin with some qualifications."

The "Rejoinder" was later reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) (see Prose Works 1892, Volume 2: Collect

Near the end of the essay, Whitman writes: "My own opinion has long been, that for New World service

My imagination is too vivid. I have to throw him aside. W. S. K.

You perhaps saw my ⅓ col. column of Ingersoll's speech with remarks by me, in last Sat.'

I send you a little box of confections by Adams Exp. with my love.

Critic of November 28, 1890 (p. 282) printed a paragraph about Whitman's forthcoming volume Good-Bye My

short & if you can register the parcel so as to render safer its receipt by me, pray do so & increase my

.— My dear Mr.

Walt Whitman, My dear Sir:— Your "Old Poets" in the November Number of the North American Review, I read

Pardon my sending you my thoughts, which, judging from the tone of your article I feel sure you will

course they are original autograph & date—Am getting along ab't as usual—have just lighted a fire in my

stove, & had the big old wolf-skin spread on the back of my chair — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Elizabeth

Just as crept into my bed last Even g —Han called to me saying that she just got a letter from Walt and

day & clear evn'g, after snow-storm &c—I have the grip at last & quite badly—am sitting here alone in my

den—nothing very new—my eyes failing—Expect to give (& wish to) my "Death of Abraham Lincoln" memorandum

& welcomed—weather-fast & room-fast here—(altho' the sun is shining out to-day)—Nothing special in my

the $5 you sent—but had sent you word not to—all right now tho—it is ab't sun-down—I am waiting for my

supper—My young nurse is down stairs learning his fiddle lesson—have had my massage— Walt Whitman Walt

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

best I am capable of these times (& that is poor enough)—had a fresh egg & nice biscuit & coffee for 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

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

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

Enclose this little billet to Mrs: Spaulding —(I have lost the address)—Ed, I feel a little easier f'm my

long grip —just ate my supper & relish'd it—was out an hour in the wheel chair this afternoon—quite

pretty well (he has sold out the grocery) —Horace Traubel comes regularly—I expect Dr Bucke ab't May 12—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

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

Camden June 18 1890 Fairly with me these days—Did I tell you my last piece (poem) was rejected by the

shoes if nobody will have 'em )—I shall put in order a last little 6 or 8 page annex (the second) of my

Thirty-one poems from Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy

For more information see Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman

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

: Art essay & sent it to the Critic —so if they print it you will see, but for a good while now all my

back rejected (the Century, Harpers, the Eng: Nineteenth Century, the Cosmopolitan &c: &c: all send my

evn'g—is invaluable to me—I enclose Dr Bucke's last, just rec'd —also other things—I am sitting here in my

Whitman's "Rejoinder" was also reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (Prose Works 1892, Volume 2: Collect and

published in the magazine: "Twilight" (December 1887), "Old Age's Lamben Peaks" (September 1888), "My

328 Mickle street Camden New Jersey April 24 '90 My dear Stoddart Can you use this in the magazine?

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

Monthly rejected four poems that Whitman had submitted ("Old Chants," "Grand Is the Seen," "Death dogs my

Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

—I have recd a photo proof of my phiz I suppose from the flash light—I don't like it—I send you herewith

Revised and reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of an original

It was included without the note in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital

New Jersey U S America Feb: 10 '90 — It is near sunset after a bright winter day & I am waiting for my

supper—my young nurse is down stairs practising practicing his fiddle lesson— —I have just written three

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

Rukh–mabai, my Indian friend was with us—her first visit to Oxford, and she was tremendously interested

This is a most unsatisfactory letter—but I feel as if the fog had got into my head.

still holding out after a fashion)—am writing a little, mentality—(sort o') & good right arm—I sent you my

both—Logan's letter rec'd & gladly—With me slowly jogging along (down hill)—easier the last few days of my

watching half an hour or more—was there last evening at sunset—Suppose you rec'd the papers, accting my

birth day supper (I am now in my 72d y'r you know)—Dr Bucke is home in Canada at his Asylum busy as

a bee—is well—I have heard of my lines & note ab't the Queen's birthday in the English papers —my last

I suppose you rec'd Engineering Record of N Y. with obituary of my dear brother Jeff at St Louis—Love

1890, contained an obituary of Thomas Jefferson Whitman, which Whitman wrote and reprinted in Good-Bye My

Words" has got a decidedly better turn to it than the big Ill: one—a gloomy blue week here—death of my

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

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

You know I am well on my 71st year—lame and almost helpless in locomotion—inertia like a heavy swathing

ample dropping pall over me most of the time, but my thoughts and to some extent mental action ab't

I have had my daily mid-day massage (another just as I go to bed).

Tho't of going out a little in my wheel chair but it is bitter cold today here and I shall not.

I have just had a drink of milk punch—am sitting at present in my two-story den in Mickle St, alone as

July 2, '90 Have seen your piece sent to H[orace Traubel's "Conservator" ] on my Quaker Traits ; and

Thanks for the fine photo: wh' has come safely—I am as well as usual—had blackberries & bread & tea for my

get along fairly—fortunately have a placid, quiet, even solitary thread quite strong in the weft of my

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

afternoon—but we have had a dark cold storm two days—I keep on ab't same as usual—in-doors these times—my

other market perhaps—(if not, shall print in a little another Annex —for I contemplate such)—have had my

mid-day massage—am sitting here at the table in my den—good oak fire— Walt Whitman Whitman wrote this

This "Annex" would become Good-bye My Fancy (1891).

grandfather Geo:)—Susan, thank you for the nice chicken—I enjoy'd the eating of it well—I am sitting here in my

den alone as usual—the sun is shining finely & I shall probably get out in my wheel chair for an hour

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

Camden noon Jan: 7 '90 Close to my den the last two or three days—pretty dull every thing—alone nearly

chair (but doubtful to-day—pretty sharp cold)—have quite rousing oak fire, & great wolf skin fur on my

Logan —a day or two before the "Spectator" f'm thy father —(so I am not neglected or forgotten)—Give my

well—Logan writes—am sitting here dully enough—stupid—no exhilaration—no massage or wheel-chair to day—my

Sylvanus Baxter's Pension Proposition two years ago—Peremptorily declined by me—but for all that & against 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 noon Feb: 5 '90 A rare egg & Graham br'd for my breakfast—Y'r good letter rec'd —the sun is out

eye bother, or liability—& there probably is something in that—I have mark'd defection & weakness in my

"A Death-Bouquet" became the last section of Good-Bye My Fancy, which was later reprinted in Complete

Camden Jan 31 '90 P M early Ab't the same as usual—a rare egg & Graham bread & prunes & coffee for my

the wolf away & the benefit of very light food-eating, wh' is decided for an old fellow— I enclose my

when printed—$10 each, one paid —So far have escaped the grip, (but I guess I have the am't of it in my

Philips and two photographers visited the poet on January 29 and "'took me' in my room—(bo't two big

business (whatever it is) uncomfortable enough—(I have not probably the grip but I suppose I must pay my

Y'rs rec'd—then Matilda Gurd is dead —I remember her well & most favorably—my sympathies & condolences

you—Mrs: Davis has gone off for a couple of days (more or less) to see an old relative & friend a sea-captain

very ill but better now—an addition also to his family, baby boy —Alys Smith here yesterday—have had my

vulgar excitement here is the LeConey murder trial—an unusual muddle & paradox — Finish this up in my

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

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