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O'Connor.As I was putting up the letter W. remarked: "William is always a towering force—he always comes

William should have been—well, what shouldn't he have been? He was afire, afire, like genius."

William is a torrent—he sweeps everything before him.

I don't believe William ever wrote an inconsequential letter—ever wrote in a muffled key: ever was commonplace

firing both sides and fore and aft: no man in America carries as big an armament for controversy as William—can

For, after all, William is a lover: after all? yes—and before all, too." Friday, April 20, 1888.

He is surely a wonderful man—a rare, cleaned-up man—a white-souled, heroic character.

I had brought him the Atlantic [containing William O'Connor's story, "The Brazen Android"].

The great William!"

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 other jewels were letters from William Michael Rossetti and Mrs.

Watson Gilder to W. and a never-delivered letter from William Swinton to Charles Sumner "to introduce

Richard talked about you with William M.

While I was reading the Swinton letter W. said: "William just let himself go—kept nothing vital back.

Would you have supposed the school-bookman—Swinton—William—could ever so forget himself—wax so eloquent

Added, "When Anne came in Frank Williams was here.

Spielmann's Black and White of March 16th addressed curiously to W. as "poet" at "Boston USA."

Then said as to the Cox portraits: "Advise Coates to go to see William Carey—no doubt Coates is often

Cute thinkers have said (Williams Legett—one of the best of 'em: Leggett, of the Post, who always said

And William—after all our greatest light, our own right hand!"

The great country, in fact, is the country of free labor—of free laborers: negro, white, Chinese, or

Everything is white with snow but the sun has been clear and dazzling all day.

Read what he says of William." Bucke had written: "I had a letter from O'Connor.

that and more: like a grandest fellow as he is: words are so weak and William is so strong!"

McPhelim seems to have an idea that Charles O'Connor and our William O'Connor are the same person.

been reading in a paper about a big free trade meeting in New York addressed by Henry George and William

Sons of the big men are rarely big: it would be curious if William Lloyd Garrison two should get as famous

happen to be thought worth while to have the history of Leaves of Grass written the correspondence of William

the other side of the Atlantic: we were all intensely excited when these propositions were made: William

When I was through he said: "William says there: 'It will go hard if I cannot make such a cloud belch

He made it belch many thunders: William had unlimited capacity for raising hell: I don't mean that he

John Hay was a great admirer of William—way back there: he said about the same thing Stedman did—said

I think Stedman was a bit afraid of William—was timid—just a bit, befor his vehemence: just as Gilder

always has been: William gets on Watson's nerves—William is so virile, Watson so feminine (I don't mean

McAlister came and went upstairs, reporting him then a trifle worse.Talcott Williams came in, and reporters

All his unopened.)Sent telegrams to Brinton, Morris and Frank Williams: "Has rallied some," and to Bolton

impresses without calling in any adventitious aids—no color, no tricks—a pure specimen of black and white

["I wish it did, William," interrupted W., "but I'm afraid it does not."]

William will have to step down and out for good. ["Good-bye, William!"

["A very low hand, William, if we tell the truth: a damned low hand!"]

William handles that better than anyone else.

["I enjoy William's epithets without always agreeing with him.

"He came over with Talcott Williams: seemed careless, negligent, indifferent, quiet: you would not say

seems to be digging a grave for our William.

the check draughts of your hurrying life now & then.I sit here facing the river & look out on the white

But he went on: "I had a postal from O'Connor—Nellie O'Connor: William is still in a very sad state:

He says he has sense enough to expect "the worst, as the world calls it": that which, in William's case

so frequently happens: the differences between people are remarkable: Nellie is somber, overgrave: William

I don't need to name anyone: yet there are Dowden, Symonds: there is William: and John, too: and do you

But read, Horace: read: I want to hear William: read! read!" Providence, R.I. Mar. 27, 1883.

["That 'sThat's right, William!"

["Don't be so sure of that, William!

["It did, William!" said W., "and the noise of it has not yet all died out!"]

["O William! William!

Said he had no word from Talcott Williams yet anent Reisser colloquy—"my type-written copy" he called

W. laughing, "I think William O'Connor had a good deal to do with that, a good deal, though Stedman is

William had the same determination plus a certain native genius—just as determined guns, though with

William had an immense virile conviction which it was hard to oppose."

But William had no such intellectual power as we see in Bob—though he was not a fool, either: had it

Told him of William Sharp (English), now in town, who had come to me with a card from Stedman on which

Fellows: he was an uncommon man both in what he looked like and in what he was: nobly formed, with thick white

hair—white as milk: beard: striking characteristics everyhow."

It is not finally known, even by William's friends, that he was gifted wtih the deepest vein of mimicry

I did not ask him.Frances Emily White speaks at the Club next Tuesday on the Evolution of Ethics.

Williams at Press. He was not in.

Williams, Garland, Harned, Tennyson—once or twice passing in to W. to ask him some question, which he

W. fervently: Yes indeed, all who knew William as I knew him will echo you on that."

O'Connor never forgave me the William piece—nor did Tucker.

I thought William knew me better.

I am sure, however, that William will come to see it all right by and bye—will realize that my position

If we put November Boughs into that shape, using fine white paper, giving the pages a good margin, the

Said Frank Williams was over today.

When I spoke of Williams as a good, genuine, almost boyish, fellow, W. responded, "Yes, that is Frank—every

Frank Williams has given me his banquet speech.I met Frank Williams today and he gave me in brief, the

Frank Williams has a great deal of feeling on the point, that Ingersoll, in his speech at the dinner,

Williams' speech as he gives it to me, all correct except that part in which he bitterly speaks of the

I argued with Williams that an agnostic could not deal in negations, as he says—that his whole temper

I told him of Talcott Williams' note, saying he had a report of W.'s own talk.

I have no faith in the young emperor now coming on—in William: he is a proud, narrow martinet—no more

William O'Connor always said that whenever I had a particularly idiotic picture taken I went into raptures

I was in to see Talcott Williams today at the Press.

W.Talcott Williams had a report of W. W.'s talk about immortality at the dinner.

Williams in favor of printing the matter together—very generously urging upon me, also, to let no cost

Also a birthday book for one of the Johnston girls and a paper for Bucke.Talcott Williams discovered

W.Talcott Williams's regret that Eakins had not attended the dinner W. said—"I am more sorry about Dave—we

Inside was a bundle on which he had pasted an inscription: :Two books: one for Frank Williams and one

As to Frank's piece—Frank Williams'—I'm afraid that too failed to im- press me.

For myself I can safely say that except William Rolleston no reader or student of your poetry has studied

Promised, also to prepare books for Harned, Gilchrist and Frank Williams.

"The white ones have no flavor.

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 was his rudder.

"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.

Frank Williams very sick with some heart trouble.

some.In the meantime since you sent it, I have consulted two friends who were in the office with William

They also think that he is as William used to say super-cautious.

"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

in a letter, W. laughingly exclaimed: "We have heard from her From a Photograph by Merrit & Wood; William

Warrie: "This last ice, I got it up at William's.

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 is dead," he remarked, "you saw?" And then: "It was in the papers.

off the edges as closely as they will admit—use your own taste and judg- ment—I like a little more white

Poor William! Poor me! And yet," W. said again, "yet I can understand him.

W. said: "I never look for anything but what a lot of white paper turns up." This paper was ruled.

Harned for his drink, had defined his desires on a little card, and closed with this: "My dear friend William

William O'Connor was a storm-blast for Bacon.

I never saw anybody stand up against William when he really got going: he was like a flood: he was loaded

with knowledge—yes, with knowledge: and knowledge with William was never useless—he knew what to do