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Much better"—and when I spoke of the weather as inducing it, possibly, he said— "I am more apt to say, my

I give you the same privilege I demand for myself—the privilege of believing that in my own affairs,

My hands are all over honey—honey"—and washed them as I waited.

He said: "I was a great spouter in my early days—even later on—had my favorite pieces—these among them

Yes, 'A Voice Out of the Sea,' my own piece was one—one of many.

He answered: "I suppose I have destroyed the most of the letters that came back with my poems.

There is some Galaxy stuff still coming to you: I can't just now just put my hand on it."

But he still said: "Read a few: I want to have my memory refreshed."

My dear Mr. Whitman,I am glad you can do the nursing article. Thanks for the Father Taylor.

Musgrove will step in presently and put me to bed with or without my consent, and then——".

W. seems in excellent condition, to judge from appearances, though he avers, "My color misreports me.

"Yes—I shall read it with interest—anything from Castelar has a flavor to my taste.

And then: "I often enough take into my mouth again and chew on Elias Hicks' saying that as for him, he

"This element of 'profound sympathy with humanity' arouses my suspicions.

But the ride was wearisome—it tried my head severely—though in a little while after I got there I had

I suppose Backwater's picture would be considered ideal—indeed, it is good—but to my taste, it falls

Lamented in his resigned, good-natured way that he could not go with me into the country—I being on my

Yet, such are the drains of the heat on my small treasure of strength, that the vim I had (Lord knows

I have had the book a couple of years (Gabriel sent it to me himself: he is my personal friend) but have

in the matter you can't hit a landlord too often, Irish or American, and if you hit and don't hear my

Put the photo for the frontispiece in my hands: "I leave it all to you fellows to do right with: if you

of my own make."

"There are several I particularly wish to send—to my folks and one or two others."

Thought my book a fraud, thought me a fraud—as, no doubt, I am."

It came close to my own way of thinking.

My friend Collins has had another letter from Mr. W. C.

It would give distinction to my gathering. Is this too big an order?"

And on my protestation of having just come from supper—"Oh! this will do you good even if you have!"

Called my attention to some of the illustrations.

My greatest loss will be in you, my dear Walt, but then I shall look forward to having you up here a

I hope you are well and will write to me, and will go up and see my wife.

Next best is your admiration of my lightnings.

I think John will be delighted with my swordplay.

My task is to do this, and thoroughly, the first time. No afterclaps.

of Grass" imperfect enough (which of course enters another phase of the subject).I had Poet-Lore in my

My "Lowell, Holmes & Whitman" was well received.

My lecture is with my sketches, about 2 hours long—1/2 hour to each part, & about 1/2 hour to the sketches

My sculptor's art begins at 8. and gets done at 10. or 10 1/2—just as the people feel.

Traubel last night giving her some of the particulars she asked for of my voyage.

He kept my cold hand—said: "Its cold is no offense—refreshing, rather."

Yet on the other hand I am always determined—have been, whether when I wrote or spoke, to present my

own case, be myself, let my own position be understood.

No—Williams will not print—at least with my consent: I should, as I see it now, be positively opposed

I explained my idea—"Their democracy is born of something other than democracy—ours from democracy itself

my neck about: but my brain gives out: I feel sick and dizzy—unsteady."

slinging off my overcoat.

Have I fulfilled my ambition? God knows.

I am well, weigh nearly 200, and eat my rations every time.

I look at my three children and think what a work I have yet to perform.

My dear Traubel:First, business. I received from W.

My literary and thought delving days are more a memory than a possession kept bright by use.

of mending my many times broken fortunes.

Remarked that he had not made many changes in my manuscript.

And to my "probably"—"Well, I shall be glad: your package is ready."

"I see no reason to change my Sunday's opinion." Bucke not arrived yet.

clean the bed and he urged them to "hurry," saying at one moment, "Look out, Warrie, you'll knock over my

Bucke insisting, "Didn't I write that I delivered my last lecture Saturday and was likely to drop down

I laughed in turn: "Perhaps the other fellow would have it to say 'I don't intend to be asked my reasons

My impression is that he will.

I reminded him that in my Whitman piece, he had not filled in date blank for the founding of the Long

I was a mere boy, then—it was in fact my boyish exuberance put into concrete manifestation.

I have marked in my note book 'rec'd'"—spelling it out—"and no doubt for good reason."

I have told you about my Chihuahua experience.

Luckily the stroke did not affect, such as it is, my power of speech, or my brain: up to the time of

"My bete noir," he said, "is indigestion."

"Thanks to my dear father and mother, I have been wonderfully fortunate in my constitution—my body."

My honest thanks to you, Hugo for your letter posting me up not only about yourself but about my dear

That 'sThat's often my little way of celebrating the death of my friends.Dear Hugo, you speak of your

Called my attention to a copy of The Illustrated London News sent by Pearsall Smith.

"It has parts of which I have my doubts.

My brother George knows the fraud. He was a pipe inspector there in New York.

W. called my attention to a curious circular issued by his painter, Curtz.

have your notes of 23rd & 24th and am rejoiced at the very favorable reports you give me of W.I am in my

Had introduced us promptly on my entrance. Man over about hat. W. described comically the visit.

What would I not give to be able to show him how deep he has entered into my respect—my nature: taken

When my bundle was ready he produced this from the table—pasted it on.

personal affairs—and, as is my habit, made it a sort of combination matter: sent it to Kennedy with

I received Bucke's letter of the 2d to-daytoday, answering my first report of W.'

He pressed my hand gently. "Oh!

My recollection is that I confessed my judgment, and proposed to Mr.

Text very kindly to W. but doleful.W. on bed on my entrance. Extended his hand. "Here again?

"My God!" he exclaimed. "I feel as if to burst!" I shook hands with him.

"No—only by my good sense." I reminded him that in several cases he had made minor changes.

Gave me a cake for my mother. Had done it up in envelope and laid out on the bed for me.

I shall have something to say about that in 'Good-Bye My Fancy.'" I asked, "Is the book ready?"

"That was my own opinion: I have seen it."

My old opinion of it lasts—lasts." Johnston a "good man" to W.

I promised to use same list as Lippincott's to send out my papers so all would go to the same individuals

s style, mainly punctuation, telling me he had much enjoyed my piece—"its enthusiasm: it exhilarated

And further, "I have no desire to dictate to them: having my ideas, I stated them—if the other fellows

W. signed a copy of the Kennedy Dutch piece with my name.

I picked up the magazine at one of the newsstands, which is the way I do most of my reading.

You see how my Quakerism persists!"

W. replied: "Considering the condition of the rest of my body the immunity enjoyed by my topknot is marvellous—even

W. said: "It is one of the admonitions of my Doctor not to see people—not to talk: but then I am a disobedient

W. gave me what he called "another tidbit" for my "archeeves."

My morning's round took me to W.'s.

Could then only leave my order. Wrote Creelman.

—seeing an open paper in my hands.

Imparted substance of my correspondence with Creelman.

, and so on—that is the nature of my desires.

The "Good-Bye My Fancy" manuscript on the bed. Was it ready yet? I picked it up.

I said my impulse had been, after seeing the Alexander picture Sunday, to send a note to the Press critical

["My wings may be free but the same can't be said of my backside!"]

My friends call me Bram. I live at 43 Harcourt St., Dublin.

But go on: may the good Lord have mercy on my soul!"]

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

for a copy of my new edition has just been received.

I went into next room to look for my mail.

I had scribbled all this down on my knee—standing in doorway.

"I will do my best to read it today. It ought to strike a true note—it is in John's field."

Telegram from Ingersoll, received at Bank: "Give my love to Whitman and to it add my hope that he may

My old journalistic friend remembers him here thirty-five years ago, when he first put out his "Leaves

I went straight in and W. knew me and called out my name—I then going direct to the bed and shaking hands

I excused my interruption.

My specification of Bucke's constant letters caused him to exclaim ardently, "Dear, dear—ever dear—Doctor

You will tell him all needful things, facts, about my condition.

s essays, and it is my opinion that we should rattle it up. If W.'

I send you a suggestion for a title-leaf, and my idea would be to number the essays and not name them

"I didn't say smash, Maurice: I only said I felt it in my bones that you'd never be tested."

Why, I felt as if he was kicking my ass out of the house!"

Then he added: "There are some of my friends who are determined that I shall not be represented as a

I must not wait any longer now, though there is a fog outside and a fog or something of the sort in my

For my own sake, as well as yours, I wish it were!

I suppose I have all the reports here, if I could put my hands on them, but to put my hands on them:

Called my attention to a paragraph from Labouchère, quoted in this morning's Press, discounting the poet

To my further declaration that I distrusted Woodbury's use of the word Bohemian in the Emerson report

"I want to be ready for you: you are the oasis in my desert."

I asked him: "Do you really feel that way about my coming?

He says: "I keep myself down: I don't worry the strength out of my body: my one word is conservation.

He adds: "I have to subject all my rebellious moods to the necessities of my corporeal self."

He took my dare beautifully meek, I must say.

My own larger.

I gave W. the cards sent from my sister: "Herbert Spencer Harned—Dec. 2d." "Ah!

It seems to me just the day—these days of days: I have never known in all my experience such a series

W. said: "I only ask you to take care of that thing for me—to supply for my shortcomings."

Then to my look of inquiry: "I don't mean anything negative by that: it 'sit's mainly the slow maturers

Walt Whitman.Your card of the 24th came two days ago, not a little to my relief.

And to my explanation, "Oh! It is slow—slow!" Then suddenly, "Was it A. Q.

Respond with my love—memories—admiration." And he curiously, "You hear from Bucke every day?

Always give him my choice good prayers."

best affection and regard—my best: tell them"—and here he broke off of sheer feebleness, and I cried

I think they cause a huskiness in my throat, a peculiar huskiness."

Wished my revisions tomorrow. Promised. Explained this to W.

Further: "Then all my letters—notes—have gone to no purpose!

When I came in W. was working on a sketch of "Good-Bye My Fancy!"—laying it out.

W. laughed at my warmth: "Do you know much about Buchanan?"

I was on my way to the Contemporary Club meeting, Brinton to speak on Bruno.

If you see Brinton, give him my love—tell him he has my prayers—though I suppose he cares nothing for

My brain gets exhausted by working under pressure so much so good bye.

The foxy Scotchman doesn't return my W. W. ms. yet. I can't make him out.

My folks were always worried about me—my mother especially: some of them regarded it as a crazy whim:

Jeff you need not be afraid about my overdoing the matter.

torments my best love.

Jeff give my respects to Mrs. Lane and Dr.

He laughed and took my hand. "Horace, what wouldn't my enemies say with or without provocation?

Give him my cordial sympathy.Yours sincerely,W. D.

"Well, when you do need, do not neglect me: I want to be called on for my share."

I shall cherish to my dying day as I wd. my choicest heart's blood.

Nor ever, I believe.Am pegging away at my Whittier.

W. remarks, "You can hardly imagine how much my curiosity is aroused.

I got my Lippincott's proof last night after leaving W. They wished it back immediately.

My mind is fallow now, but I suppose it is for the best.

I hardly know my old self as seen in my old Index articles. However, Sursum! Resurgam! Forward!

Returned me the Bazaar, remarking of it: "My wonder more and more is, over the pictures—how much of this

Called my attention to some new doughnuts on the table.

W. called him "My young English socialist friend" and thought—"There is a mystery about him—he does not

would print me correctly—use the right marks—not misrepresent: I hate commas in wrong places: I want my

i's dotted, my t's crossed."

"Here's a slip too: Democracy in Literature: my own: it's yours if you want it: file it away: I have

My dear Walt,I regret to say I was unable to do anything with the proof of Personalism.

He said: "Give my love to your mother." And he picked up a big apple from the table.

to the papers as a literary item—that part of it, at least—those eight or ten lines—in which I make my

As I have said to you before, the point is, to substitute this for all other editions—to make of it my

I ache for news—for the best things from all the fellows: it is my balm, after lying here, unvarying

I could have wept and laughed, with the conflict of my feelings.

Long have I kept my road—made my road: long, long!

I had a roll of yellow paper (two quires) under my arm. Opened it—he was much tickled.

Had "examined the Gérôme picture more at my leisure: what a grand expanse—hill, sky!

As to Bush's impatience with New York city life: "I do not know—that would not be my view of it.

W. writing on my entrance. Did not appear well, nor was he.

I think I must not forget to include the boy in my story."

He writes to tell me he had seen my Brazilian poem in a Parisian paper—says he likes it—congratulates

My impression of Father Taylor is very vivid because I heard him repeatedly.

"I cannot fix the details all accurately in my mind: I get a little rusty sometimes."

"John published that against my persuasions—O'Connor's too: our strong objections: but now I know, we

If you have, I wish you would give me a line of introduction to him for my brother Bertie (Albert) who

But I must wait till my lecture to the Nineteenth Century Club, on Feb. 7, is past.Dr.

"I know: don't you see me on my knees? I admire his I'll do as I damned please ways."