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pointing to the old lithograph tacked on the wall opposite—"he was in our early history, you know—taken prisoner—died

in prison from confinement."

for they are all gone—and General Taylor, and Scott: having known them all, I know how they were harried—their

memories harried—by lies."

Even the dainty book men—men like Aldrich—take to it.

And there is Stedman too—living among books—handling books. And the library men, too!

Had he sent a book to Larned yet?

I had given McKay the little book and had his thanks for it.

Potter's advocating the grand Cathedral for New York city.

W. sitting in his room with McKay in animated talk on book matters. Arguing prices, bindings, &c.

book."

Dave said: "The sale of such a book is bound to be largely personal."

Again: "Am I to be paid for the big book, too?"

One was by Potter, Philadelphia. One was Alexander Gardner's, Washington.

But prisoned here—cabined up—it would be hard to see only cheer and light—only the rosy side of things

This was William Potter of Philadelphia, who was one of Wanamaker's delegates to the Congress—one of

copies of "A Backward Glance" as printed on thin paper to be annexed to "Leaves of Grass" (pocket book

When he goes I want him to have the big book—Complete Poems and Prose; and if it were attached to him

W. reached over—handed me a postal from a pile of books.

"Those Southern prisons were hells on earth!—hells on earth!"

W. has lately talked a lot about the Southern war prisons.

W. said: "I want this to be a purely personal book—not a publisher's book: no, not that: an author's

book.

W. would not see him; advised me to go down and talk to him, which I did.Did not potter about at all.

Had bundled up a number of books together and laid on table for me.

I said I had consented to write a paper for the Book Reception at C.'s church.

He looked at me inquiringly: "I should say not: I know nothing about books: thank God I don't!"

The Potter picture is startling but it is not good—it don't hit me."

W. still says he wishes to read the book.

W. spoke of Harry Bonsall's account of yesterday's affair in today's Post.

"Harry made rather a mess of it.

Harry's Post never gets much beyond being an apology for a newspaper.

Harry has always been ten times over my friend where once would have done.

We talked book a little. Then I left.

Also sent Mazzini book for me to send Clifford, with this note written in blue pencil on back of one

of the proof sheets: "Say to Clifford I send the Mazzini book more especially for the 'Byron and Goethe

Wondered, should we not write "Harry" instead of "Henry" L. Bonsall?

The one essay particularly spoken of in the Mazzini book is heavily marked by W.

his morning's rest (always, and long before his sickness, his best sleep).At McKay's failed to find books

Met Harry Walsh. Has indeed left Lippincott's.

Harry further said, "William has written a paper for Lippincott's on Whitman.

Harry now living in Camden but will not remain long.

One of his first questions was about the book. Then he asked, "What does your mail amount to?"

Left with him Herbert Aldrich's book on Alaska, copy of Scribner's with Mrs.

He took all—"a feast for tomorrow"—thought—"this book will interest me: it starts well—the print itself

Kennedy had noted an item headed "A wife-beater thrashed by the Justice instead of being sent to prison

W. from the floor—opened the book at a place marked—laughed outright—"Why—here is Ingersoll's letter,

turned into a marker for the book!"

Has sold several books this week.

Potter—I think he is now in Philadelphia—not a Leaves of Grass man, but friendly to me.

Has book for photos—scrap-book—is working up an elaborate bibliography.

Bucke has Peter Doyle and Harry Stafford letters from W. Saturday, October 25, 1890

Of course I know it is not your fault that the book has been slow to turn up."

Sheets of book not available yet to-day—W. again disappointed, but laughing it off.

Harris among others arrested his eye.

Going on after a pause, "So it is meant for Harris?

I know Harris—have met him—like him.

Ingram brought a message of love from some Moyamensing prisoners whom W. knew.

"I have some books and papers to send by you, William," he said.

I never read books that have to do with such controversy, the more to muddy my brain."

Horace, we will take the book up and see it through—eh?"

You have saved my books: I could not do these books without assistance.

Van Rensselaer had some notion of coming here, perhaps with Harry Walsh.

Book reached him safely.Left Woodbury book with W., who said he would look at it this evening.W. gave

I brought it to him today.Gave me postal for Burroughs, paper for Harry Stafford and letter for Mrs.

W. declared: "I should advise its excision—advise that Harry cut it out entirely—not the name only, but

And when he learned that Harry had invited our criticism he said: "That more than ever persuades me that

I should not say that Harry was the man—but some man has gone there, sustained a personal failure, and

"It is not the literary quality of the book which strikes me, but its inevitability—necessariness.

"As to the 'form' of the book, as Gilder would speak of it—that does not occupy me."

"Bonsall was here—Harry—and I have him his copy of the big book." Had he promised him such a book?

I have made up my mind that Harry and Buckwalter should have copies—so as Harry was here, I thought he

Then he said: "And there was a letter from Gilder today—a letter acknowledging the book.

catch on to the truth of me: but I may say, happily, you take right hold there of the key-word to the book—the

He who goes to my book expecting a cocked and primed philosophy, will depart utterly disappointed—and

Symonds' book of sonnets, Anima Figura, at W.'s feet. He advised me to take and read it.

Not more than half the leaves of the book were cut.

Then he got back to the mechanical book.

He was in one of the prisons—the Southern prisons: let me see—what was it called? Isle—Bell Isle?

Were Southern prisons worse than Northern prisons? "Yes, unquestionably."

Harris' approaching address before the Contemporary Club on Hegel.

Has also some difference with McKay about payment of large orders for big books.

autographing business" W. thought I might as well get Burroughs to autograph one of the "Poet and the Pen" books

Book came same mail: Chelsea, Mass.February 26, 1891.My dear Mr.

Look at the Bishop's there—Bishop Potter: a few lines—a drop of ink—it is all done!"

But McKay will not tackle it till after the holidays, when we will get out our green book.

Our two books lay on bed, inscribed.

It is getting, or has got, to be a big book.

Bucke seems a little exercised about the green book.

Potters about everywhere. But has a good practice, I am told."

And you must see Harry Stafford.

I remarked, "Harry Bonsall is one of your old journalistic friends—he stuck by you even in the days of

There is Harry—he has always been loyal, loyal with fervid loyalty, too.

There I would meet Harry. They were good days." Then suddenly, "But you fellows are awful late.

Wilson Eyre, though to that time ignorant of or opposed to "Leaves of Grass," in the summer took the book

"We will never get our park—well, till we get, I suppose they'll potter, potter, potter—then in the end

s regret for the errors in book kindly. Came in Bank yesterday, jubilant, to show me W.'

W. asked me to follow up on Dave's idea about books for abroad.

"Did you get the book, Tom?" T. enthusiastic. W. again: "Are you satisfied with it?

W. is full of thought of one kind or another about the big book.

Harned asked: "Did you know Harry Bonsall had lost his wife, Walt?"

I had no idea Harry's wife was in such a bad way." Tom said: "Harry is to be pitied." "Why?"

Did he say where we were to send the book? "Yes, to West Park: he is going back to his farm."

He said: "The mere thought of it as you talked fascinated me: I think of myself: my prison life here:

He paused: "Off towards the end of the book there is a woman—oh! what is her name?"

Some of my friends want your books and are forwarding the money through me.

Harris, Teall, University Extension lecturer, Nottingham.The rest you had better send to me.

full; head resting on his left hand, elbow on the arm of the chair; Camden papers in his lap; Hedge's book

Then, "Here is poor Harry Fritzinger: his wife has just had a miscarriage—dire distress—and Harry too

The last few days, as I have gone through it again, the balance of the book impresses me as it had not

"I wrote Doctor today, that last night you brought me palpable evidence of the book's completion—that

I held it in my hand—a bound book—the consummated deed at last!"

Harry Placide, Hackett, Mrs. Vernon and a man named Reiner."

Spoke specifically of all—"the noble, gentle Harry Placide: elegant, yet acting the rough coachman to

Harris to speak) W. thought "must prove a very fine one"—adding, when I said Adler might be there to

deal) more favorably disposed towards Specimen Days than Leaves of Grass—thinking the former "a great book

I should say, that anyone, to get hold of me,—the bottom of the big book—all I have written—would see

Went there accordingly—delivering big books. (They are not yet moved downstairs—will not be.)

s book. Sends him one copy of "Good-Bye" to Cape May.

"Bucke tells me he keeps a book—budgets the names—alphabetizes them—finding them then very ready to the

When I suggested, "I will get you an address book," he was much pleased, "Yes, do it—that would be a

Stoddart had further said, "Some of them about here think we go on too much about Whitman, but Harry

I publish my own books and have done so ever since my first little volume entitled, 'Leaves of Grass'

Whitman: I have changed my mind, merely as to the time when I will visit you in America.My book will

Expressed a gladness that the books had reached Ingersoll.

And he asked, "Did you see the good notes from Harry Bonsall in the Post?

I think Harry has done us a keen turn."

He wants another copy of the big book. Had one yesterday, you remember?

"I am sorry for my imprisonment—but glad I have a good prison," etc., with a laugh.

W. quickly: "Just that: a rare man: knowing nothing of books, knowing everything of life: a great big

prisons were worse than our own?"

into a prison?"

Then back to the Southern prison subject. His tone was very deep and earnest.

W. had DeKay's Nimrod—"a book-poem: it was large, finely printed, beautifully bound."

He asked me, "What book have you under your arm?"

Said he expected Harry to wheel him out in Warren's absence. Monday, July 7, 1890

W. comments, "The good Harry! That does us up proud.

it "May 31 '91"—we sat down and the Dr read to us his paper upon you (intended for the forthcoming book

same we are glad to have them as we now know something of how our dear friend looks.Love to Warry, Harry

s new book—was in Belfast [on W.'s] birthday.

Soon the fellows commenced to float in—Morris, Frank Williams, Eakins, O'Donovan, Harry Walsh, etc. etc

Black (short-hander) who took my cues from time to time—eating meanwhile—his book on his knee, unseen

stead—inviting, protesting, amplifying; being drunk to and drinking; his powerful defense of Bucke's book

Everybody seemed content—Brinton eloquent, Harry Walsh, Tom (Tom read several of the letters with great

Harris to speak on Hegel at our first fall club meeting (November).

He said, "If you can get a word with Harris, ask him (I would if I could be there) what he would define

As to Harris' vocabulary—"He will plead that the themes impose it—that for what he is saying, other words

I know Harris. Met him in St. Louis, years ago. And he was very kind, gentle to me.

This was new to me—throws some light—even on the books there," pointing to the red books at his feet.

I had half a notion to send it down to Harry Bonsall and have him print it—it seemed all so well done

thus from John Burroughs, and sat there on the step and read to W.: West Park N Y.May 22d My dear Harry

W. did not know: "I have never heard anything, pro or con; but now, when we get out our little book—our

W.: "I have read it—and it is a very interesting—almost curious—book."

W. explained to her that he had "sent for peppermint sticks—one intended for Warren, one for Harry, one

And then he went back to the book. "So this book is by the preacher-man.

I told him I was glad to see a picture there of Harry Placide, of whom I had heard so much.

W. asked me: "And is it true the Bishop—Bishop Potter—is out in some kind of an explanation of his speech

It would make a great book!" I spoke of old conductors I had met.

Harry Wright was over, but coming while I was upstairs, did not ask to see W.

Though Harry prints it a little vaguely here. I did not suppose it could be Harry's own.

Then going back to the Post piece, "It sounds very well, very—and warm enough to be Harry's, though it

Charney (W. spells it Cheney) worth printing in the book?"

Adding: "And I am anxious to have Doctor get his books. I hope Tom will send them—has sent them.

I am growing into the book.

I want to tell Harry Bonsall that I like his speech—indeed, you can tell him for me some day when you

I like the book—like it all.

Thought the book well-printed.

You sent the books off?

Then added: "You should take your books too: you will find a couple over there—over towards the corner

He said: "No: I would rather put it in the book itself.

"I am glad you got the books off to the Doctor: he should have them: nothing seemed more certain Monday

Butler says the fault of not exchanging prisoners is not his but Grant's.Walt.My room is 468 M street

Ingram's particular fad is for the prisoners—he is what they call a prisoner's friend—goes into the prisons

W. very serious, with less than his usual color.Talked for some time over book matters—stamping, cover

But, Ingram smilingly told W. he had left them with a prisoner down at Moyamensing, at which W.: "Oh!

Harris, now I know, that I forgivages you!" Ingram asked for news. W.: "There is not much news.

"I have read it all—the whole book—and liked it too: was extremely interested."

Worked today at arranging the pictures for book.

I had sent to Bolton 12 copies O'Connor's book.

W. called that "wholesale" and "wondered" what would become of all the books in Bolton.

'Leaves of Grass' has become a big book—yet not too big, either."

"That," he said, "must have been written by William Walsh—perhaps Harry. I guess William, however.

I had written Ingersoll I would send the book. W.: "I will get it ready for you tomorrow."

He was still looking at the book: "I have sort of an idea but can't state it."

He put the book down. "And how is everything with you today, Horace?"

W. took Morse's new address and said he would send a book to Blake. Photo on the lounge.

W. broke out vigorously: "Yes, he has—and I consider that a poisonous, insidious book: all such books

Indeed, the book—this book—is among the few that frankly accept the facts of opposition—gives them a

said in reply to my direct question: "Yes, I like it: It is in perfect good taste —was it Tom's or Harry's

Then W. proceeded into considerable quiet statement of his own conception of the function of books in

finally must and will insist upon—in future—actual men and women—living, breathing, hoping, aspiring books—books

I should read Kennedy's piece "there towards the close of Bucke's book" for "it says this—or says part

Took sheets to Oldach today and he promised to "push" the books. But W. was incredulous.

"I remember how well Harry Placide rendered this—he played the character.

There were several brothers, but Harry was decidedly the best.

Arnold did start to read—he got the book here.

His own books?

Returned me the O'Connor book. (Did I say Saturday he asked me to have it? Well, he did so ask.)

In my prison here"—W. laughed merrily—"every message brought me these days has an interest—even the letters