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These highly prized volumes of yours, and mine, became the latter by subscription, through my dear dead

"Democratic Vistas" since the books came, and am impelled to say to you that I rejoice greatly that my

Entering upon the New Year, let me then, my dear Walt Whitman, send you warm greeting from the Tropic

You know my motto: "Better than to stand to sit, better than to sit to lie, Better than to dream to sleep

Han—also 2 dollars—nothing for me—I am unworthy, although I entreated but for 5 dollars, to help pay my

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.

My family live happily in London, though it is always fog there when there is frost—I should think they

But I don't, so I packed up my books and came here.

Alys is going to stay on a month & learn Italian & then in February she is going to Sicily with my mother

All my American friends—young men who have gone in for politics—are working with the Democratic party

I wish I had got this letter off in time to wish you a happy Christmas—but you must accept my somewhat

Crisis" refers to the public scandal that occurred when the Irish soldier and Member of Parliament Captain

Dec. 29, 1890 My Dear Friend, Thinking of you and wondering how your Christmas was spent has tempted

Please accept my thanks for the $2 which you sent the children.

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

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

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

Your name will be a sufficient warrant for my intruding upon his Alpine solitude and 7 months winter—in

54 Manchester Road Bolton Lancashire England Dec r 27 th 1890 Many thanks to you, my dear old friend,

Another treat in store for us is a Children's Party which my wife & I intend giving in our house, when

It will interest you to know that I have received a brief letter of acknowledgment of my "Notes" & of

I also send you copies of some verses I sent to some of my friends & a copy of this week's Annandale

Observer containing a notice of my "Notes."

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

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

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

On December 17, Whitman sent four poems: "Old Chants," "Grand is the Seen," "Death dogs my steps," and

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

Matters are ab't as usual—had my 2d meal for the day at 4, a bit of broiled chicken, some bread & prunes

I wish you would carry out my scheme (thought of no doubt a hundred times by youself) to write a series

going ab't same—bad grip bad bladder bother, &c: &c:—hear often f'm Dr Bucke he is well & busy—made my

broth toast & tea—am writing a little—will keep you posted & of any thing printed—(ups & downs—most of my

things are yet rejected)—rather a gloomy three weeks the last—the death of my dear Brother in St Louis—cloudy

Camden Dec: 22 1890 Dear sister Han Merry Christmas to you first thing, from my heart and soul—Nothing

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

I can do nothing but write & assure you of my tender sympathy & of my heartfelt & daily deepening affection

This morning I had hours driving in my open conveyance I c not take my brougham—& the all-prevalent moisture

condensed on my beard & moustache & froze into tiny icicles which had to be thawed off.

Dixon wrote for my birthday party.

With my kindest regards to all the members of your household & with my best heart's-love to you I remain

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

meeting on September 13, 1890: "Nearly all 'the boys' were present with two friends & the reading of my

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

And so,—though I have nothing else to write about,—I want to send you a line or two again to express my

loving sympathy with you and my best wishes.

room which D J's description & photographs have made so familiar—solitary and ill—It reminds me of my

mother's condition in her last years—lame, suffering & much alone—and my heart goes out to you like

My brother Eustace (Duke) was back again for the day and left for home (Ottawa) at 5.30 last evening.

I am now quite used to my new situation, and my opinion, too, is that such a change of base will be something

I was poor, unfit for journalistic work and, nevertheless, wanted to free my intellectual life from pecuniary

In this way I secured my "bread and butter," and, now, can set to my intellectual task; I can read, write

I wish you, dear Walt, a bright and happy new year; be assured of all my love Gabriel Sarrazin see note

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

Rumpus" refers to the public scandal that occurred when the Irish soldier and member of Parliament Captain

Camden N J Dec: 15 '90 Feeling fairly—send you the litte obituary ab't my bro :—seems as tho' my piece

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

me the 10 (by Horace ) bowel action this forenoon—a little afraid I got a chill yesterday (worse for my

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

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

My copies of the Eng[ineering] Record with article have not come—slips also not come—I hope they will

—& will ask you if convenient to jog the editor's memory—Horace, ab't the kind mention & offer ab't my

and will write you further—also ab't the sculptor—am unwell to–day— Walt Whitman Tho' I sit up & eat my

rations & have my right arm & (sort o') mentality I am paralyzed & utterly disabled here—cannot walk

across the room—my respects to Worthen —show him this— Walt Whitman to Horace Tarr, 13 December 1890

this note as a bad job, though I hope , in your kindliness of heart, you may see your way to grant my

Dec r /90 Professor Walt Whitman— Camden New Jersey Dear Sir, I thought the enclosed cutting out of my

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

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

Dear Sir, I have sent you by this mail a little book of verses as a slight token of my Esteem.

out & looks & feels like snow—have had a couple of visitors to–day, one f'm the college near Boston—My

brother George return'd f'm St Louis & was here a couple of hours—my neice Jessie remains at present

children poor enough)—Love to you all—Ed stop here often as you can—you too Susan—George keep a good heart—my

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

the November 27 issue (p. 282), however, did contain a paragraph about Whitman's forthcoming Good-Bye My

My dear Mr.

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

s Purport," "For Us Two, Reader Dear," and "My Task" (?).

I have connected my stove with hers in bedroom, by adding more pipe and elbow —at a cost of 1 doll ar

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

All well and quiet, am going to town in a few minutes in my cutter first time of using it this season

My dear Sir: Your esteemed favor containing poems submitted for the Arena received;—and in reply would

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

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

Camden pm Dec: 1 '90 Cold & raw & dark feels & looks like snow—nothing very different with me—my bro:

George has got back f'm St Louis—my poor neice niece Jessie (Jeff's daughter) was very sick (alarmingly

Cloudy & rain & dark weather to-day & looks like snow out—has been a rather gloomy week past with me—my

Ingersoll's lect: is being printed in a small book in N Y, & I will send you one—sell my books to purchasers

stronger—write soon & tell me ab't him, & w'd like to send him something for Christmas present—And my

enough for me to have him with me every day—I am getting more helpless than ever in legs and ankles—only my

Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was his last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short

Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy" in Leaves of Grass (1891–1892

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

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

My Dear Mr.

Jeff has been a very great blow to me personally, as for a good many years I looked upon him as one of my

and I have learned to lean upon him in so many ways that I feel as though a prop were taken out of my

I am sorry to have to write you a machine letter now, but my crippled arm makes this a necessity.