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The closing two pages were about the anarchist free speech case in the Illinois courts.W. intensely interested

I said that though Emerson, Whitman and others were quoted from as saying striking things, Whittier was

I saw a crayon picture of W. in a glass case in the city, Market Street: also one out Chestnut, it too

There were quite a number here: not enough to make a big story out of but quite enough to seem formidable

Said to me, "The North American Review envelope did have the proof and I have returned it.

. would hardly live to next Sunday (i.e. tomorrow) but I guess she will be out same as the doctors were

Were I a free man I should go now and stay with him until the end if it were a year.Beautiful clear crisp

They were on the mantlepiece. I urged Mrs. Keller to show them to W. Just then he called, "Mrs.

Yet it dominates in American life."

Whitman in his collection of American poets. He did not wish to put Mr.

Even were it imperfect I am trained to see—an artist of any kind sees more than the uninitiated can.Whitman

entirely convenient, facsimile the letter of February 6th and send it copiously to European and American

How strange to learn from it that American magazines can even still reject his contributions without

immense joy to us to find that it is to be ours still.The last mail brought letters from Traubel which were

make" himself "whole" he was "willing not to sell a book" if "conditions hampering" his "freedom" were

I asked: "Were you invited to that dinner?" He laughed outright. "What!

W. said on my entrance: "Someone has been sending me a copy of The Scottish-American in which there is

Told him the facsimiles were hardly likely to be here in less than a week.

in fact, I had contemplated something quite other: contemplated having it done in facsimile: if we were

"He was up to the house—wants to get your obituary—says his daughters were here and gave you up."

"Yes, they were here—I suppose I was pretty bad. Let him go on with the obituary!"

Towards eleven came his rap-rap, and we were all immediately astir. Mrs.

Closed his eyes as if not curious and yet we detected him opening them when we were not looking.

dip of ink as "too thick, sandy," but succeeded well enough with the second, though the signatures were

He asked after the weather and asked, "How is the city today? Busy?

There were "no earmarks." W. said: "I should not like to write asking who."

There were several in that group—fool Willie Winter was one—poor ass he is, too!

He said: "The thing was like a fever: one day hot, one day cold: there were spurts of silence, then spurts

something to that effect in his letters: but I don't know why he should be—don't know what errors there were

My Dear Sir.Some time ago, you may remember, you were kind enough to send me an engraved portrait of

I don't know how it was effectedaffected, but it appears his pictures were not satisfactory—were never

Perhaps it was because things I said at the time were somehow heard there.

sure: but I clearly remember that the sketches did not impress me—took no hold on me—on the contrary were

approach of the end made me sad enough when I came to that part of your letter but I take it that you were

It is remarkable and good, though I don't always see as he does, and wish he were more comprehensive.

the Apaches of criticism pause to think.What is most significant, however, is the article called American

["They were mum then but God knows they've said enough since!"]

—"Mary got them for me—they were recommended to her there in the city as policemen's mitts.

The Angelus was like the Sower—there were several versions of it. Col.

informed me today that he had been written to by someone from Canada who had seen his article in The American

s fingermarks were everywhere. Asked Stoddart, "Does this cut off Traubel's article?"

phenomena of these times pass their way almost unperceived—the grand intestinal agitation, moving the American

A pretty picture, the Poet of Buddha and the Poet of Drum Taps meeting under an American roof-tree to

They were the days of my greatest theatrical application." I picked up a letter.

—as if they were in some way a verification of your work?

story whose scene was a metropolitan dinner—a swell political dinner: in the earlier life of New York City

"Some of us then were highly indignant, aroused—called for the rejection of the rejection.

Were big men the men?

"We are forced to doubt it: a great many of the great fellows in history were pretty small: I don't know

I said with a laugh, "And O'Connor declared to me that you were sometimes devilish careless about such

What were W.'s prospects? "He may die any day, or may go on this way for two or three weeks.

And after a pause, "I ought to be gone now—it were best all over now—I would be more than satisfied."

I said people who had seen Bucke asked me if they were related. W.: "Is it so?

"You and Bucke hang on to these things as if they were life preservers." I said: "They are."

It happens that I have lately been compiling a vol. of selections from American Poets, and had had to

I don't well know when my American Selection will be out: my work on it is done, and the rest depends

dine with us to-morrowtomorrow: I like his frank manly aspect and tone, and need not say that you were

Left with him a copy of The American containing Browning Symposium—Morris, Williams, Wayland, Thompson

In a shop-window up town there were a couple of pictures of Goethe and Schiller—fine—they possessed me—evidently

We were fortified by the Century articles on Cathedrals and saw Durham of Norman and York of Gothic architecture

Yes, I remembered that my payments were only up to Nov. 1st (through Oct.) and as I had expected to start

I asked if the best things were not after all the inexplicable?

(Frank had further remarked, "The doctors were there while I was there—consulting.")At W.'

I saw by the paper you were not as well as usual which made me grieve.

Monday, December 2, 1889 Detained in city—could not get to W.'

agree with Conway as to the advantage of having an introduction by an Englishman instead of by an American

thought the Rossetti book might be the occaision I hoped, looked for: then the objections arose: they were

There were spears of grass—but leaves?—Oh! no!'

out—set me quite up—said that, whatever was the case in literature, in science leaves of grass there were

He has "no word from the North American Review yet—yet I see that my piece on National Literature is

I know how much it would be to them were the photographs signed with his familiar blue pencil.

I want to see if our other corrections were alluded to—if my speech is now in right order."

That, as Coit said, pictures of W. were "in almost every room" was to W.

The books were found. We returned in the same way to his chair.

Do you and the man over in the city put your heads together and make what you can of it, using you own

, of which W. knew, and he added—"Herbert participates in that fault of all Englishmen, and some Americans

Some things were omitted, some unconscious changes made by the short hand reporter,—& it seemed to me

put in—"But the young—they will take you up: I read Leaves of Grass to a group yesterday—and they were

Like seeing a great city, a crowded street; like a glimpse of Athens: who, what word, can convey any

And the New Yorker, the American, is radical, progressive—has that to be said for him."

For my own Saturday's notes W. could say, "I liked them—they were successfully joined.

Her views were very broad, she touched the widest range of themes—spoke informally, colloquially.

public justice to three people—three of the superber characters of my day or America's early days who were

One of them was Thomas Paine: Paine the chiefest of these: the other two were Elias Hicks and Fanny Wright

I was looking through some of my scraps today—these were some of the results—I thought you would perhaps

W. asked, "at least, what were his special traits?—for in a way I have known him.

such matter as this and Morris' much the same, including however, Future of Poetry from old North American

We were always on the best of terms, and I will remember his kindly but earnest invitation to come to

The "Carlyls" as the Scotch call them were a numerous race in this section.

They were a stern savage set, not to be trifled with. One old Scotchman said they were "bullies."

You would have a good time if you were to come.

Afterwards, he got the conviction that our then present school books were poor fossils—that the time

These books were probably a great success.

"There were so many foolish and stupid objections made to the census, we determined to tell all that

contrary, I would want it known—want mortgage, mortgage, mortgage posted everywhere, to show how Americans

Though I don't know that the sin is American alone—it is human nature, probably, a parade of possession

The visitor was sure there were not more than a dozen who failed him out of the 400 and more houses he

more brilliant talks at the dinner anniversaries we used to give Walt, when he, & William O'Connor were

I have often thought since you were here of what you said, that you never saw Walt in his perfect health

"That explains it—I thought we were enjoying an extra extra treat!"

I used to make a fellow I knew mad by saying there were as many Hamlets as there were actors to act Hamlet

He thought that all poets were insane, more or less.

Milton and Walt Whitman, he always thought were insane.

opponent of all such artificial soporifics, contenting in a recent work that healthy diet and exercise were

intercourse with him, happily fell into the habit of recording the precious monologues of the greatest of Americans

But what was that you were telling me about Tom—that he thought O'Donovan had rather hurt than helped

from "Point of View" in the current Scribner's which I had copied out: "If Walt Whitman, for example, were

The pages 79 to 85 in manuscript—which you missed—were the pages I sent to Truth.

s gratitude for the Illustrated American notice, and to Talcott Williams, asking after the Ingersoll

idea—completely—and have only this suggestion to make—that in the title of the book you give it a distinct American

actual: Germanic, somewhat, and—you may think it strange, but it's certainly there—a certain dash of American

I referred to Howard (the correspondent) and his argument once, that it were as well to shake legs as

Davis departed—he looked long and pleasedly at the pure new stalks.Morris, whom I met today in the city

, had spoken quite anxiously of the Hartmann perpetration which it seems the boys in the city had been

Even if they were—if anything so generous could be said of anything so vulgar and low as Hartmann's whole