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gain—the last three hours I am up & shall probably work back before long as I was before—Five days ago my

Camden Wednesday P M Sept: 19 '88 Still here in my sick room.

I am well as usual—hot here—am sitting here by the window as I write—ate my dinner with appetite—heard

stupid, dont want to think or talk these times—shall emerge soon, & then define what I spoke of in my

last card—Do not come on personally as that would not facilitate—My Specimen Days in America (no "Collect

My head (physical brain) & spirits good—legs & bodily strength gone .

Enclose this little billet to Mrs: Spaulding —(I have lost the address)—Ed, I feel a little easier f'm my

long grip —just ate my supper & relish'd it—was out an hour in the wheel chair this afternoon—quite

pretty well (he has sold out the grocery) —Horace Traubel comes regularly—I expect Dr Bucke ab't May 12—my

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

Camden June 18 1890 Fairly with me these days—Did I tell you my last piece (poem) was rejected by the

shoes if nobody will have 'em )—I shall put in order a last little 6 or 8 page annex (the second) of my

Thirty-one poems from Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy

For more information see Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

: Art essay & sent it to the Critic —so if they print it you will see, but for a good while now all my

back rejected (the Century, Harpers, the Eng: Nineteenth Century, the Cosmopolitan &c: &c: all send my

evn'g—is invaluable to me—I enclose Dr Bucke's last, just rec'd —also other things—I am sitting here in my

Whitman's "Rejoinder" was also reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (Prose Works 1892, Volume 2: Collect and

published in the magazine: "Twilight" (December 1887), "Old Age's Lamben Peaks" (September 1888), "My

improvement in health or strength either—but I keep pretty good spirits & eat & sleep fairly yet—Have my

Good bye for the present, Ed, & my remembrances & love to you, boy— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Edward

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

& welcomed—weather-fast & room-fast here—(altho' the sun is shining out to-day)—Nothing special in my

the $5 you sent—but had sent you word not to—all right now tho—it is ab't sun-down—I am waiting for my

supper—My young nurse is down stairs learning his fiddle lesson—have had my massage— Walt Whitman Walt

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

day & clear evn'g, after snow-storm &c—I have the grip at last & quite badly—am sitting here alone in my

den—nothing very new—my eyes failing—Expect to give (& wish to) my "Death of Abraham Lincoln" memorandum

best I am capable of these times (& that is poor enough)—had a fresh egg & nice biscuit & coffee for my

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

I am sitting here anchor'd in my big chair all day—Write when you can— W W Walt Whitman to William Sloane

I am still imprison'd in my sick room, yet sitting up & reading & writing & (in limits) talking & being

worst no prospect of real improvement—I mean in any body or leg strength, wh' is very low indeed—but my

—and at same time a big Vol. (900 pages) comprehending all my stuff—verses & prose—bound in one—Shall

& my works' future—the backward & contemporary reference.

less evidences of gradual physical deterioration —but spirits good—appetite &c fair—& you know I begin my

70th year now in ab't two months—thank God indeed that things are as well as they are & that I & my

fortunes (literary & otherwise) are—Rainy & dark & raw here all day—I was out yesterday four hours to my

friends the Harneds —was taken & bro't back in my phæton —a lull in my Herald contributions —I send

328 Mickle street Camden New Jersey April 24 '90 My dear Stoddart Can you use this in the magazine?

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

all in the wheel chair, or any other way—not once in a month—In other respects somewhat the same—eat my

Doughty & Maggie well—Warry still my nurse & satisfactory—Horace Traubel married & well—faithful as ever—So

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

Monthly rejected four poems that Whitman had submitted ("Old Chants," "Grand Is the Seen," "Death dogs my

Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

Camden April 16 '89 Nothing very different or new in my affairs—the past ten days bad rather—sort of

last rec'd—have no opinion or comment or suggestion to make —did you receive (& send on to O'C[onnor]) my

89 Y'r card just rec'd —papers come regularly—thanks—Nothing very different with me—Still imprison'd—my

dilapidation not mending (slowly gradually worse if any thing, but not much change)—am preparing my

35 quai des grandes Augustine"—279 pp. handy beautiful French style, paper—Nothing very different in my

affairs—the N Y Literary News for May has a notice —did you see that infernal farrago of my opinions

Jan 10 '88 Am sitting here by the fire alone early afternoon & will write you a few lines—have had my

machine—After a dark storm, (with snow,) nearly a week, the sun is out this afternoon & there is a half-thaw—My

Nothing delights me more—my limitations are so many.

was better three days ago, but weak & in bed—Dr B[ucke] here yet— I sit here alone same as ever, in my

thanked Walt Whitman for the copy of Complete Poems & Prose, and expressed his "admiration . . . with all my

love for one I considered, from my first reading of him, as one of the best and the greatest men of

Camden May 8 '89 Y'rs of 6th rec'd—thanks—yes, I am agreeable to your sending S[tedman] my former letter

O'C[onnor] (f'm the wife ) to day, & I am gloomy—Dr B[ucke] writes me every day & cheerily—Horace & my

13 P M '89 Nothing important—y'rs rec'd & welcomed—Dr B[ucke] writes me frequently—still anchor'd in my

Bucke's letter to me, mentioning y'r last wh' I lent him)—Nothing specially new or significant with my

Camden New Jersey Oct: 17 '89 Thanks for the nice currants (I have had some for my breakfast) & the good

Camden N J — Nov: 24 '91 Best thanks my friend for y'r kind invitation, but I am in an almost entirely

your proposals—I have had several—For one point I should like some publishing & radiating spot near my

own locality—for another to retain control of my book & personally advise in selling & publishing it—Will

I want to publish my Prose writings in a companion volume to L of G—Then there is a Canada man who has

—I think profoundly of my friends—though I cannot write to them by the post office.

—I write to them more to my satisfaction, through my poems.— Tell Hector I thank him heartily for his

—I am so non–polite—so habitually wanting in my responses and ceremonies.

—I not only assured him of my retaining faith in that sect, but that I had perfect faith in all sects

—They retard my book very much.—It is worse than ever.

volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My

Camden Thursday Evn'g Oct: 4 '88 Still here in my sick room—everything much the same—Book printing &c

dinner, baked shad & champagne galore —jolly company —enjoy'd all with moderation —No, the Mr Smith, my

Costelloe, my staunchest living woman friend—the Librarian Logan Smith, (now dead) was his brother—Did

Louis where I remain'd nearly three months with my brother T.J.W.

(Thomas Jefferson Whitman), and my dear nieces" (Specimen Days, ed.

My dear Mr. Alden: Would the enclosed be considered opportune—& of use to you for The Citizen ?

Should you print the piece, I wish you to do me the favor to send ten copies by mail to my address here

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

Rand & Avery's Monday noon Sept: September 5 '81 My dear friend Although it is abominable for me to back

Camden Tuesday noon Jan 2 The snow is so heavy & the ferry obstructed so by ice I defer my coming for

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey Feb: 20 '81 My dear Mr Longfellow A friend in Canada—to whom I am

am well as usual—always glad to hear from you—hope we shall be together again one of these days—give my

Camden New Jersey April 3, '91 Yes there were certainly 100 sets—I see by my memoranda book—50 to yr

My dear friend, I have just received your note.

, that whatever pieces are printed, I reserve the right to include them in any future collection of my

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

Dear friend, Breaking up a few weeks since, and for good, my New York stagnation—wandering since through

camp and battle scenes—I fetch up here in harsh and superb plight—wretchedly poor, excellent well, (my

matters,)—realizing at last that it is necessary for me to fall for the time in the wise old way, to push my

wish you would write for me something like the enclosed form of letter, that I can present, opening my

It is pretty certain that, armed in that way, I shall conquer my object.

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey U S America March 21 '80 I send today same address as this card, my

See John Townsend Trowbridge, My Own Story (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1903), 265–67.

I thank you, dear sir, in their name, and in my own, as the organ of your charity.

My friend, I must meet you soon again.