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That's what Talcott Williams says. He was here today with Mrs. Williams."

"Some kind words from my friend William Carey there—William Carey.

William mentions you.

Affectionately,William D.

Talcott Williams over today.

The volume was the result of some correspondence between William and Mrs. Pott.

William resented the Emperor piece. Why?

William is in the best sense an orator—is eminently passionate, pictorial, electric.

Williams is also a book man—profoundly so—the most bookish of all my friends, I believe (to use the word

This letter he handed to me with the remark: "It is one of the most splendid of all William's splendid

Then: "William could not do even the comparatively innocent things without the air, the authority, of

I said to W.: "I suppose William is right about Emerson.

That's what Talcott Williams says. He was here today with Mrs. Williams."

What I put into that little piece I got chiefly from Philbrick, a clerk at the White House, who was always

I did meet Hay in Washington during the war—talked with him frequently at the White House.

He brought a letter of introduction from Talcott Williams.

"William has his own troubles." I wrote to Burroughs for W. yesterday.

"Some kind words from my friend William Carey there—William Carey.

William O'Connor under the same excitation would blow fiercely and leave his mark on the landscape."

men here—the scene is a curious one—the ward is perhaps 120 or 30 feet long—the cots each have their white

"They are a part of me—I am a part of them—William, Nellie.

He smiled quietly: "When William gets going he is more exciting than an alarm of fire. Read it."

Did you notice William's fling at Comstock? What a foolish question—of course you noticed it.

W. thought the "Good Morrow" incident in the letter, "most characteristic of William—most beautiful:

just like him in every way," adding: "You know William never stopped to invent, to manufacture, such

William might now go to his journey's end uninterrupted."

I believe William knows a good lot more than Donnelly about the subject—draws deeper water."

No reply as yet from William Carey.

Said Frank Williams was over today.

William R.

That was the one William Swinton most affected—most read. You know about William Swinton?

—found it white? White quartz, eh? Very pretty? No inscription? No monument of any kind?"

William elicited a noble reply.

"The white ones have no flavor.

"There's William—William O'Connor—he's alive, too: God bless William! And your mother? You, too?

"John and William." "John and William who?" "O'Connor—Burroughs.

But William?—never! never!"

Bucke said: "William does not boost himself enough: he helps everybody but himself."

"What do you see ahead for William?" W. asked.

W. said: "William may not be optimistic but he is courageous: he is grit itself: typically Irish in the

it is poor O'Connor who should have the nurse, not me: poor William: he deserves it, I do not."

exclaimed W.: "Who can say such things like William?

and poor William today knows better than ever how plausible his singular phantasm was!"]

yes: William must have his fling!"]

["Like the Irishman," said W.: "I'm wid you, William!

I remember what poor William says: he says I always like my idiot pictures best!"

William turned again to Nellie.

William of Stratford is too strong for me!"

I induced William to talk about W. as he was in Washington.

Bucke and William and I were face to face. William looked up at us.

William said: "Well." Bucke said: "William!" I said: "Love always!" No more.

they were: I may say, John has changed towards himself—that I notice—but he has not changed towards William

—that is William: the sympathetic is the center of his being—the explanation of it all: the fire of his

W. explained: "That depression is not William: he defies all that: it is more likely to be Nellie: she

Bucke argues that William should go to some institution, where he can be better taken care of by able-bodied

"That is William: it sounds like him: it has his sangfroid, his nonchalance."

Even William—God Bless him!

Had to tell him about William's room, too.

Bucke wanted to know if K. had met William.

"No: I'm wrong: it was from Marshall Williams: portrait and book: he sent both: Williams wishes them

to bring William physically closer to me."

Again: "Hugo is one of William's enthusiasms: he often used to talk of it."

Bucke said: ""William is subject to crazy enthusiasms." I said to W. "Were they crazy?"

W. laughed: "Maurice is wrong: Maurice himself is more likely to do that thing than William: it is odd

for such a characterization: quite the contrary: William always has the best of reasons for whatever

Great are Talcott Williams and Thomas Donaldson, and blessed be their names.

I said: "William says he'd like to write these days, but can't.

Again: "William thinks he cannot write: that settles the question for William: it is not a physiological—no

But he thought I should write oftener to William.

William, of Stratford—that it closes so much of truth out.

William of what?" and after I explained, laughed and said: "I see!

Well, Horace, having pleased William and Nellie, I may rest on my oars."

William was much pleased, not only with the gift, but with the book—type, print, all.

"That's what William used to say: he would sometimes say to me: 'Walt, you let off the God damnedest

I said to W. : "I innocently asked William if he knew Mrs.

"That is like William."

mine do now: to you, to William, to all of them!"]

essential change: John is not so outright, so unreserved, so irrevocable, so without exceptions, as William

William told me of someone in Washington who said to him: 'I'm willing to have you call the damn book

Then again: "But William? what of William?

Then of O'Connor again: "Poor William: it is dreadful news indeed!"

"Bucke says we make too much of our fears concerning William."

Bucke shook his head over William.

B. then said gravely: "We must not forget, Walt, that William is living right on the edge of the grave—that

W. again: "Surely, surely: William started out auspiciously, dynamically: never dissipated in any way

I interrupted—"You said that of the white man the other day."

Have you had any news from William?" W.'s color not so bad, but he looked tired.I did not stay.

read it to myself: you are in a hurry: take it along—read it by the way: notice particularly what William

"William claimed that he had a heap to do with that," I said.

W. said he was anxious to have Bucke get some reply from William's doctor.

slavery was really labor slavery—wage slavery: an upper-class attitude towards the laborer generally, white

William has recovered his mental balance, and is once more rational; as he says, the "hallucinations"

W. said: "Every hour of every day William dwells with me here."

I said: "William was hungry for details of your life here."

poor William!" he cried. Then: "I send him a little word almost every day."

I said: "William says you have never taken proper care of yourself."

William is gaining but is very weak and not back to the place he was before the attack.

Reflectively: "No one can know—poor William, he knows!

"One of them for William," he said.

"Read it and send it direct to William or bring it back so I can do so." Any news from Washington?

["William was right: the Doctor had no right to do it!"]

["That's so, William! and a good many other virtues, too!"]

it was indeed all that William says and more!

He was never so unerring as William!"]I write with a dreadful pen and bad ink.

s letters was one from Gleeson White (England). No one knew him.

A London woman's paper asked White to do the job. It was an article in a series—Writers Oversea.

I said: "I know: William spoke of them: Nelly showed me a pile of them together on his desk: he says

rather think not: he does not read the Greek itself; of course this does not mean that he's ignorant: William

W. asked me to repeat what William had said of him in Washington.

anything new from William?" He said: "No—but that reminds me."

this four or five days ago: each day I have forgotten to give it to you: it's an old letter from William

["A little like death to me, too, William, since I was away! Oh those sacred evenings!"]

["It was not so written, William: but other things, perhaps better things, were written!"]

["And so it is, William—so it must be always: though there never was any Pathfinder—never were many things

Then he advised me: "I think you should write William—when you have five minutes and the spirit moves

William!"

Adding to this after a pause: "Frank Williams was here today—came in with your friend Harrison Morris

Here W. interluded an expression of pleasure at having "the brief glimpse of Williams and Morris."

W. said again: "I'd like you to look carefully into the Walsh matter: William and Morris took it very

I read him this passage from a letter written by Morris to me yesterday: "Williams and I took a trip

W. had made up considerable mail—mostly papers: said: "I always write William's postal in the evening

said: "Show Dave the Saturday Review, then mail it right off to O'Connor tomorrow: I shall write William

He added: "Some day I want you to enlarge on that: I want you to put it down, in black and white, so

can be understood for and against: you should say something in that line in one of your letters to William

Gave W. a message from Talcott Williams.

Williams had said that he expected to be in Algiers by this time.

I gave Williams a Sarrazin sheet. He said he might use some of it in the Press.

"It came yesterday or day before: it's from Williams: he wrote it that day he was here with Morris: he

Said W.: "I have been very glad to hear of that: I had not known of it before: glad for William's sake

He explained that Nelly had written of some man they used occasionally "but William prefers me when I

for a man of the delicate literary nurture of Gilder to take very kindly to a man so elemental as William

I said: "You are conservative in manner, and radical in matter: William is radical in both."

Again: "William is way ahead of the literary crowd: he is prophetic, with a dash of fight in him—more

That's the sort of thing in William that the other fellows never get used to."

"It's very shadowy: William is not improving." He paused.

He reports everything well in London: says, by the way, he called on Johnston White in New York: says

"I wrote my usual postal to William—also a postal to the Doctor."

W. said: "I am up a tree: I can't go to William: I can't shake the sorrowful thought of him out of my

"William," said W.: "He's over me, around me, through me, everywhere, every minute.

["So do I, William: Amen!"]

["As it is today, too, dear William, as I sit here wondering, fearing about you yourself!"]

more so than in earlier periods when I was physically more myself: still, I always took my time: William

"About William?"

I gave you a letter from William some days ago in which he spoke of Marvin.

["No: he will not last long: it is about a year now since that was written: William is, alas!

["He'll be a rich publisher some day, William, unless all the signs fail!"]

William used to say: 'Walt, you're entitled to it: nobody will do it for you: do it for yourself.'"

has often written me about—and quite a character, too: I have read it—like it: so will you: this is William

Another paper contained the symposium Walsh asked W. to contribute to and Williams regarded as a bait

Gave me a sample portrait—a portrait of Emperor William (the old).

news from O'Connor—though indirect news: nothing straight from Washington but a letter here from William's

Doctor says, there are some things that are not to be desired: we may do him wrong to desire to have William's

"I saw at once how baseless Frank Williams' suspicions of Walsh were when I looked through the matter

If I believe that way, then I should say so, Williams or no Williams: if I do not believe that way, then

.: "William puts it all down to overwork in the department." But W. protested.

what can never be again: I face the dreadful fact that the fire in this wonderful man—our darling William—is

"There's William, too, Horace: there's better news of him today: better"—pointing to the round table:

—not entering at all into William's literary, but sticking closely to his human, significance.Spoke of

William had the best night last night since a week ago and has sat up all day. Your card just here.

Le Barnes in, and looking at your big book, for which we thank you, both William and I, each, for our

William sends love.

Then he suddenly exclaimed: "Wouldn't it be grand to think of William as getting all over this—getting

["Yes, William!"

I referred to Frank Williams, whom I passed in Germantown today.

And as to Bucke's statement that Williams "amounted to little in the literary sense," W. asked: "What

I laughed and said: "Perhaps Williams wouldn't thank you to have you say that: most men would rather

better with that than I ever did: his English itself is somewhat upside down—sort of cut bias, as William

He said again: "You and William could have had great times over all that: he is alive, wide awake, to

felt like the devil all day: I have therefore done nothing—not even written my customary postals to William

another side: it is the other side which the partisan always leaves out of his account: I remember William

He said: "William was a whirlwind when he had his health: what has he come to now? alas!

White a going over, of which I wrote you some time ago.

"I'm hungry for news from William," he said: "nothing has come."

One of the best illustrations I know of is William's own case—his department: Kimball, the head there

W. complained of the "almost remissness" of Nelly in not "writing us oftener about William."

Jefferies is editing the vol. to follow yours in the series—White's Selborne.

Then he said: "Read William's letters: they're more refreshing." Washington, D.C., April 14, 1888.

I hope you have not been writing anything in praise of that old dead werewolf, Emperor William.

He then said: "There's William's other letter: do you intend to read that?" I did.Washington, D.

the main, but with a black thread running through it all: it seems that after many hideous nights William

He came back with a big white envelope containing the usual monthly announcement of the Contemporary