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in reading "John Russell Youngs reminiscences of Walt Whitman " as published in last evn'gs Paper, my

Such we shall pray & hope for—I have always longed to hear you recite "Captain, Oh, My Captain," & may

Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!

"O Captain! My Captain!"

For more information on the poem, see Gregory Eiselein, "'O Captain! My Captain!'

my Captain!

O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!

my Captain!

My Captain does not answer; his lips are pale and still; My Father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse

But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

give up the ship although "the prize is won" Thanking you for the book and with hearty love from both my

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

Bush is echoing the second line of "O Captain! My Captain!"

England Jan 6. 91 My Dear Old Friend It is a cold wintry day here—a hard frost, with snow on the ground

I have just finished my morning's round of visits, had dinner & seen the folk in the surgery & as this

continued & unchanged affection for you & of my heartfelt sympathy in your illness.

You are much in my thoughts at all times & I long with a great inexpressible longing to help you But

Later I had got thus far with my letter when I was called away to take in a box wh. had come by rail

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

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

My heart's best & warmest love to you, my dearest & best of Friends!

for you at the "Bolton Literary Society"— composed mainly of the so-called "upper ten" of Bolton—& 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

England Feb 27, 92 My Dear Walt Just a line by tonights mail to send you my deep & heartfelt love & my

been busy sending off copies of the facsimile to over 70 different friends you have hardly been out of my

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

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 made a call upon Captain Green, one of the vice-presidents of the Penn.

calmly: As at thy portals also, death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my

England Feb 17. 92 My dear Walt, What a long long time it seems since I wrote to you & what a long dreary

Some of the letters have made my heart ache with sympathy & love for you, my dear good old Friend of

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

England Feb 20 th . 1892 My Dear Good Friend, I send you my best & warmest thanks for that transcendantly

us about would cheer & delight you greatly I have just returned from a flying visit to the home of my

dear sister —near Carlisle, 100 miles from here—who is ill & the journey there & back in 18 hours & my

Please give my kindest regards to Warry & to M rs Davis .

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

Among my earliest indiscretions was Walt Whitman.

fame and no peril to my immortal soul, not to speak of my standing in society?

Whitman was the author of the lines, and my quoting them among my earliest indiscretions.

No one can read "My Captain" or "Pioneers" without seeing that there was capacity for music in the man

Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.

My dear Walt Whitman, As one of the College Boys who feels honored by the hospitable reception given

kind messages of love which you have so frequently sent to us, I wish to send you a word to convey my

I (& the others I am sure) feel very grateful for the act. & I return my best thanks. Dr.

The engraved portrait with your autograph on my mantel reminds me that that is another favor.

Traubel & Warry I send my most cordial regards. WD.

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

GOOD-BYE MY FANCY.

My health is somewhat better, and my spirit at peace.

Indeed all my ferry friends—captain Frazee the superintendent, Lindell, Hiskey, Fred Rauch, Price, Watson

my ear.

Gilchrist—friends of my soul—stanchest friends of my other soul, my poems. ONLY A NEW FERRY BOAT.

YORK, March 21 st 189 2 Mr Walt Whitman Dear Sir: Can you let me have "November Boughs" and "Good Bye 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

Mar 9 th 92 7 Taylor Ln— Bolton My Dear Walt Whitman Just a few lines in response to your loving message

How very kind of you to send such tokens of your love to me, tokens which go deep into my. my heart,

My little message will convey my gratitude, my deepest sympathy, and my very best love to you now— and

appetite fair—The plaster cast come safe to Dr J[ohnston] —Bolton —Ralph Moore is dead—Tom Harned well—my

much more than care for it—I would prize it very, very highly & would give it a place of honour in my

home second to none of my possessions."

STARTING NEWSPAPERS (ANOTHER ACCOUNT) Reminiscences —( From the "Camden Courier." )—As I sat taking my

As I cross'd leisurely for an hour in the pleasant night-scene, my young friend's words brought up quite

How it made my heart double-beat to see my piece on the pretty white paper, in nice type.

My first real venture was the "Long Islander," in my own beautiful town of Huntington, in 1839.

I enjoy'd my journey and Louisiana life much.

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

1892 Burlington Vt Jan 24 Only a word my darling to say how precious precious your letter is & how much

I feel your thinking of me now, but But my dearest you will be better & then I may write to you you

have my constant prayers & thoughts always. my dear dear brother only get better. there There is are

for you Want to send you so much love and do feel so thankful that you are better The $5 came s afe my

Lancashire, England. 15 March 1892 Dear Walt, Just a line or two my dearest friend, my comrade & father

, dearest of all to my soul, to express the triumph & joy & cheer with which I think of you & with which

Outwardly sad enough, but deep within my soul I know that all is well, & that our last words should be

Be it as if I were with you, & here upon the paper I send you one as a token of my dearest love X Wallace

My dear Friend:— I dare to call you my friend because I have read your poetry.

Because there was no reason for my letter unless I told you what was in my heart to tell, and people

I used to think I would be a poet and think if my life had been less crowded out of shape, I might have

Society," and last month was admitted to the bar, and at thirty years of age, I am just starting in my

My brother and I often recite your verses and love their beauty and patriotism.

Mar 23 rd 1892 My Dear Old Friend And how fares it with you tonight?

I look out across the western sky, now studded with twinkling stars & wonder how you are, my dear good

friend of friends My heart's best & truest affection flows out to you & my sympathy can hardly find

I have my dear good old father with me tonight, & with him here & to write to I am happy!

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

England Mar 26 th 1892 My Dear good old Friend Just a line to you by tonights mail to send you my love

once more—always that, always that—& the best I possess, along with my warmest sympathy.

Though I do not write much—for I fear to trouble you—my Love knows no lessening.

I have got my dear good old father staying here with me & am very happy to have him too.

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

My dear old friend Mr. Whitman So many years have passed since we last saw each other.

that you remember me , and the old home on M.Street —and the dear old "Cherry Tree" " where you and my

Sevellon Brown, Sackett my son were there also.

Although many years have passed since you lived at my house and many changes have come to us, still,

hope this may reach you, it would give me a great deal of pleasure to know that you remember me and my

Mar 2/92 Just another line to you my dear old friend to send you my best love & my warmest sympathy God

Dear Walt, Just a few lines to express my constant thought of you and my dearest love.

Yesterday, (New Year's Day) was a perfect day—the finest I have seen since my retur n .

But with love to you & best wishes from my inmost innermost heart.

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

Dear Sir:— Accompanying this note, I send you a copy of the first volume of my collection "Poetic Works

Please accept it with my compliments and my best wishes for your welfare I am yours very truly, Frank

England Mar 16. 92 My Dear Walt, How fares it with you, tonight? Better I hope.

My heart is with you and I send you its best and warmest love.

My heart ached for it.

God bless you dearest & best of Earthly friends My love to you now & always Yours affectionately J.

as one who values your writings more than I can ever attempt to express, please allow me to express my

Your teachings rest always in my mind like gleams of sunlight upon the pathway of the future, & I may

write a leading article without trying, as much as lies within me, to hold your "Democratic Vistas" in my

Remember me to all my old friends in New York."

My theory has been to equip, equip, equip, from every quarter, my own power, possibility—through science

But my mind is animated by other ideas.

My parents' folks mostly farmers and sailors—on my father's side of English—on my mother (Van Velsor's

—This year lost, by death, my dear, dear mother—and, just before, my sister Martha—(the two best and

England 25 Feb 1892 My dear Friend I send you just a few lines to thank you for your very great kindness

You say "Whoso touches my book, touches me," and with reverence I claim to take you by the hand, and

call you brother, yea, though you are also my Master.

I am My dear Brother Gratefully & lovingly yours Sam Thompson Samuel Thompson to Walt Whitman, 25 February

Ma Just a line to say that Fred Wild has written a brief message to you by this mail from my house, &

to send you my best love along with his.

"You want to know in a word, then, the sum total of my life philosophy as I have tried to live it and

as I have tried to put it in my books.

It is only the closest student who would find it in my works.

The sum total of my view of life has always been to humbly accept and thank God for whatever inspiration

The table was set for four, and I, the youngest of the party and the sole representative of my sex, had

for my vis-à-vis the ample figure of the poet clad in light gray linen, his wide rolling shirt collar

I mentioned a name that had more than once come to my mind, as we talked,—Victor Hugo.

My companion assented. I added with enthusiasm, "It has been a perfectly happy day to me, Mr.

My last glimpse of him was in his house at Camden, when he was recovering from a long illness.

Burlington Vt 1892 Tuesday Morning March 15 Only write a line my dear darling brother thinking maybe

so good to me.— What does me good or what is a comfort to me is nothing, you, are the one I care for my

not tire you if I could only do a bit of good— want Want to send much much love, & I do feel for you my

Mch 24. 92 My dear friend, I was pained to hear that you are sufffering more and more, but was glad to

, free and winged words—words that have thrilled and ennobled the hearts and lives of millions—that my

Jan 26/92 For Mr Walt Whitman My father thanks you cordially for yr new edition of 'Leaves of Grass'—

With my greetings for the New Year.

Feby 9th 92 My dear Whitman— I am going away to-day—first to Buffalo—then Cleveland—then Chicago—Cincinnati—and

I think of you hundreds of times a day and you are in my heart always.

In these days of your sickness my thoughts and sympathy are with you.

Please pardon the familiar manner of my writing, this letter is just for you alone and is from the heart

My friend Standish O'Grady asks me to address a letter to you.

Take, with his, my words of sympathy in your late heavy trial, & of unalterable homage & love.

My dearest love to you. & my most fervent prayers & good wishes are yours always.

With loyal affection and best wishes to my dear poet. God bless him!

New York January 21, 1892 My Dear Walt— I salute you.

Much the same—weak & restless—otherwise fairly— y'r your letter came —2 enc'd enclosed —Geo was here—my

I hear that you are sick & write a line to send you my love & all manner of kind wishes.

New York, Feby 6/92 My dear Mr.

From my window (4 pm.)

things that troubled me formerly will have power to vex me no longer, I will be at ease, with you for my

My first meeting with Walt Whitman occurred when I was a boy and had occasion to ask for a certain residence

I did not know who or what he was, but on his answering my question I was so struck with the quality

My first visit to him occurred some years later, in the little house on Mickle Street which has been

matter of punctuation, and it was a source of annoyance to find the title of his latest book, "Good Bye My

My sign reads, ["]C. L.