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I have the shackles on my shoulders still.—but I have no wings.

If you care to know who it is that writes this my name is Abraham Stoker (Junior).

My friends call me Bram. I live at no 43 Harcourt St Dublin.

I am ugly but strong and determined and have a large bump over my eyebrows.

I say it to my own shame but not to my regret for it has taught me a lesson to last my life out—without

editorial decisions, which included editing potentially objectionable content and removing entire poems: "My

Novr. 12, 1872 My dearest Friend, I must write not because I have anything to tell you—but because I

impulses of thought & emotion that would shape themselves melodiously out of that for the new volume— My

Percy my eldest, whom I have not seen for a year is coming to spend Xmas with us— Good bye dearest Friend

July 14/72 The 3d July was my rejoicing day, dearest Friend,—the day the packet from America reached

I speak out of my own experience when I say that no Myth, no "miracle" embodying the notion of a direct

of the heart suddenly grow adequate to such new work—O the passionate tender gratitude that flooded my

breast, the yearning that seemed to strain the heart beyond endurance that I might repay with all my

to be so, now: that for me too love & death are folded inseparably together: Death that will renew my

"Democratic Souvenirs" (later "My Legacy") was included in Whitman's "Songs of Parting," which contained

I will not write any more such letters; or, if I write them because my heart is so full it cannot bear

must choose their our own time & mode—but for the simplest current details—for any thing that helps my

And if you say, "Read my books, & be content—you have me in them"—I say, it is because I read them so

my children to be shaped modified vitalized by & through these—outwardly & inwardly.

Good bye my dearest friend. Anne Gilchrist Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 3 June 1872

NW, Jan 24/72 Dear Friend, I send you photographs of my eldest and youngest children I wish I had some

against a terrible sense of inward prostration, so it has not my natural expression, but I think you

And see my faults flaws shortcomings too dear Friend.

My Husband was taken from us too young to be able to have made any provision for his children.

I have a little of my own—about £80 a year: & for the rest depend upon my Mother whose only living child

Dear Friend I was to tell you about my acquaintanceship with Tennyson, which was a pleasant episode in

my life at Haslemere Hearing of the extreme beauty of the scenery thereabouts & specially of its comparative

It is pleasant to see T. with children—little girls at least—he does not take to boys—but one of my girls

nor understand the full meaning of your own words—"whoso touches this, touches a man" —"I have put my

My love, flowing ever fresh & fresh out of my heart, will go with you in all your wanderings, dear Friend

captain!

Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

O captain, my captain, rise up and hear the bells; Rise up, for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle

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 silent tread Walk the spot my captain lies We have quoted enough, we think, even in these

My dear Mr.

As far as my own opinion goes, I would say that there is a certainty of success, a sufficient success

I need not say that if you would come to our house in Dublin my wife & I would be made abundantly happy

Each I assure you has been valued, (though my thanks are tardy); & your letter has been read or heard

My address is as before 50, Wellington Road, Dublin.

because the word used does not suit me, but neither in my head nor in my dictionary was I able to find

Dear Sir: I received your letter of the 11 inst. instant to-day and take pleasure to enclose herewith my

English edition of your works—verbatim, without any retrenchments; and I have gone so far as to offer my

But yet I must exchange my token for yours—brazen for golden gifts, as the Greek poet said.

The misfortune of my poem is that it presupposes much knowledge of antiquity—as for instance that this

This is my permanent address.

I live here in a large old house wh. belonged to my father—a house on a hill among trees looking down

Yet I felt that if you liked my poem you would write.

In these I trust the spirit of the Past is faithfully set forth as far as my abilities allow.

The little girl in one of them is my youngest child.

will get the money to morrow) i am pretty smart i am troubled at times with a dissiness dizziness in my

get 8 dollar per day but its put the house question down i have got a letter from han i told you in my

box was sent i would let her know so the day before the box went i got lou to write a few lines as my

her out a great deal and it improves her much Jessie is not behind her they both study hard and it is my

Permit me to assure that such a motive was foreign to my mind.

My object in calling upon you was simply that of friendly interest which I had been encouraged to think

If my presence was an intrusion pray pardon it: but do not I beseech you attribute to presumption or

I hereby acknowledge the receipt of your kind letter of 2 Feb, which has been in my hands for some days

Of course my letter has gone to Washington.

I am closing in these days my article on you—.

Your books and portraits have in the last month circulated amongst the ladies of my acquaintance, for

Never had I thought in my days (during life-time) to get a spirit (or ghost, none of the expressions

signify exactly our stand) for my help—from America.

I thank him and thee from my full heart.

At present you will understand my meaning! Good by.

Clausen, who Rudolf Schmidt called "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

That the papers are in my hands you probably are informed of at present.

I am at present composing my article; in the of March it shall be in your hands.

Democratic Vistas" to the Professor Rasmus Nielsen, one great Scandinavian philosopher and according to my

It was in my hands two days before the beginning of the new year.

This unexpected delay makes me very sorry; my mind is full of your poems, but naturally I won't beginn

begin to write before having in my hands as complete materials as possibly possible .

Clausen, who Rudolf Schmidt called "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

agrees with her— We have had this horse disease here —but not as bad as you have had it East I guess—my

have any trouble—she would take a car in Philadelphia that comes to within abt a mile and a half of my

Louis, Oct 5th 1872 My dear Mother Mattie has returned from St.

As soon as the places heal up a little I hope she will be comfortable—yet my dear Mother it is no use

tell you that for the first time she cannot restrain groaning—I do not know whether the Dr will like my

My own horse is sick but not very bad—yet bad enough to make me feel mighty sorry for him—I hav'nt had

The first of her letters closes in an unusually intimate way: "it is my bed hour.

John Burroughs to–day— Mother dear, as soon as I hear from you, I will write more particular about my

Mother, I shall probably send the order in my next.

I am wearing my overcoat—You see, mother, I am likely to prove a true prophet about Greeley —He is not

My dear Mr. McGuire, The money you gave me for Mr.

I wish each to be told my remembrance (or to see this letter if convenient).

positions & ideas in your Westminster article—and radiating from the central point of assumption of my

I would say that (as you of course see) the spine or verteber principle of my book is a model or ideal

(And I want my friends, indeed, when writing for publication about my poetry, to present its gay-heartedness

And now, my dear friend, I must close.

— I expect to return in about two weeks—I am writing this here in the kitchen home,—I have deserted my

cakes for breakfast—sometimes I fry them myself—I wish you could just be here & eat breakfast—I think my

mammy makes the best coffee in the world, & buckwheats ditto—mince-pies ditto— —My new edition looks

the best yet—it is from the same plates as the last, only in One Vol. bound handsomely in green cloth—my

books sent to England by to-morrow's steamer—Dear son, I send my best love, as always.

been real pleasant—I have been out most of the time—It is now between 4 and 5—I am writing this up in my

room home—am going out, & over to New York this evening—nothing special to write about— Pete, my darling

the way things work on the road—It wont won't be very long, now before I shall be back with you—Give my

Nash—tell Wash Milburne I wish him success in the "graduate of Pharmacy" line, & every thing else— give him my

My cold hangs on, though not so bad as at first.

The state of the weather, & my cold, &c. have rather blocked me from having my usual enjoyment here,

trouble)—I go out a couple of hours middle of the day, but keep in nights— —I have got the new edition of my

enclosed, as you may need it—Should you want more, you write, as I have plenty—I am writing this up in my

butter—every thing tip-top—get along well enough—you must try to do the same—so good bye, for this time, my

the pipes through the house, & burst them yesterday, causing great trouble—I too have got a bad cold, my

three hours during the day)— I will only write this very short letter to you this time, but send you my

love, my darling son—I think about you every day dear son—will write more, soon—here is a kiss for you

letter to you this time—I feel pretty well, but don't seem to feel like writing—Good bye for to-day, my

I have been home—six weeks— —I am middling well, go out some every day, but not much—Best thing is my

Good bye, my darling son—So the new shirts turn out a success do they?

I have a great mind to be jealous—Give my love to Wash Milburn, Adrian Jones, & all the RR boys.

I delivered my poem here before the College yesterday. All went off very well.

I will send you the little book with my poem, (& others) when I get back to Brooklyn.

Pete did my poem appear in the Washington papers—I suppose Thurs-day or Friday— Chronicle or Patriot

Private My dear Sir: I send herewith a proof of my poem, for convenience for use in your paper, should

I fear his hearers hardly comprehended his lines, or dreamed at what he was driving, and some in my immediate

Private My dear Sir: I send herewith a proof of my poem for convenience for use in your paper, should

I am still here at Washington—every thing much the same in my condition as when you made your brief visit

here.— I continue well in health & good spirits—& as usual spend much more of my leisure in the open

I am very soon going on to New York to bring out a new edition of my poems—same as the copy you have,

—shall remain there until about 7 th of April—(my address there will be, 107 north Portland av.

I shall mail to you in a few days my latest piece, in a magazine.

I wish to forward you a copy of my book—as I shall presently bring out a new edition.

1871 that his poem "is of course implicit already in your Calamus, especially in 'Scented herbage of my

I wish to know whether you have safely received the particular copy of the last edition of my poems,

I shall send you, probably by next mail, my latest piece, in a western magazine for February.

Also a second copy of my pamphlet "Democratic Vistas"—If the first copy reached you, send the second

America —about April 10, I shall return here again, & my address will be — I am writing this at my desk—as

above, Treasury Building, middle of afternoon—From my great south window I can see a far-stretching

Clausen, termed in Schmidt's letter "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

I shall print my College Poem in a small book—it will be small—& is intended as the beginning of a larger

for me—I am writing this in the house in Portland av—we are having a showery afternoon— —Good bye, my

Dear Pete, I am having a better time here than I had my last visit.

swimming— Mother is only middling—has some pretty bad spells with rheumatism—will break up here, & go with my

It is either $120 (or $130, I am not sure—but I have a memorandum in my desk at Washington)—I am feeling

real well, & hope you are too, my loving boy.

Brooklyn, New York March 14 My dear Mr.

Linton, I think of wanting this engraved (exactly this size, and general design) for a frontispiece for my

Clausen ) my poems "Leaves of Grass"—and little prose work "Democratic Vistas"—also a piece I recited

My verse strains its every nerve to arouse, brace, dilate, excite to the love & realization of health

Meanwhile, abroad, my book & myself have had a welcome quite dazzling.

Freilegrath Freiligrath translates & commends my poems.

For all, accept my friendliest good wishes. Direct Walt Whitman Washington, D. C.

Clausen, termed in Schmidt's letter "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

My dear Burritt: This article " Walt Whitman in Europe " set close, would make about two-thirds of a

My dear Rudolf Schmidt, Your letter of 17th August has just reached me—also the Dagbladet , (four no's

I am now back here at work for the fall & winter—My address is permanently here—I get all your letters

I have lately rec'd received a paper from Pesth, Hungary, with a feuilleton about my poems.

Clausen, termed in Schmidt's letter "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

Rudolf Schmidt, Dear Sir & Friend, Your magazine with the article on my book has safely reached me—&

I will write to you thence more fully, & hope to continue having letters from you—My address will be

Washington May 28, 1872 My dear Rudolf Schmidt, I have rec'd yours of April 25.

I shall have much to say about it in my next. I send you two or three humorous American works.

be published, forming part of a little book—which I will send you—During June I shall be home with my

Clausen, whom Schmidt termed "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he left

My dear Rudolf Schmidt, I have sent you some books by Mr.

get of it, in advance, it is going to prove the grandest response & praise yet given anywhere to me & my

Clausen, identified by Schmidt as "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

Brooklyn, Thursday forenoon April 11 My dear Linton, I have just been spending an hour looking over "

And it is well for me to get such reminding's— But my own vein is full of hope, promise, faith, certainty—I