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come home for a short time, & pretty soon—(I will try it two or three days yet, though, & if I find my

My dear sir, your contributions are very, very welcome—they go to the direct sustenance, cheer, & comfort

it, are very serious about it—Mother, it is serious times—I do not feel to fret or whimper, but in my

—& how the dear little girls—Jeff, I believe the devil is in it about my writing you, I have laid out

Mother, I have just had my breakfast, I had it in my room, some hard biscuits warmed on stove, & a first

after a long spell of rain storms, but the last two or three days very fine—Mother, I suppose you got my

every thing to fight for their last chance—calling in their forces from southwest &c—Dear Mother, give my

love to dear brother Jeff & Mat & all—I write this in my room, 6th st— Walt Walt Whitman to Louisa Van

infantry, that wouldn't do the same, on occasion— Tuesday morning April 12th Mother, I will finish my

envelopes, & one to George—Write how you are, dear Mother, & all the rest—I want to see you all—Jeff, my

sis is—I am well as usual, indeed first rate every way—I want to come on in a month, & try to print my

wrote yesterday to Han, & sent one of George's last letters from Annapolis—Mother, I suppose you got my

blessing on him, he says, I am no scholar & you are—poor dying man, I told him I hoped from the bottom of my

—dear sister Mat, I quite want to see you & California, not forgetting my little Hattie too— Walt 2 o'clock

can know the men so well as I do, I sometimes think— Mother, I am writing this in Willard's hotel, on my

Alvord's receipt for my plates, in his vault. Walt Whitman to Peter Eckler, 3 May 1865

Captain: Could you give me a little further information about my brother Capt. George W.

Was my brother really well & hearty? Was Lieut. Sam'l Pooley, 51st N. Y., there, & how was he?

Do you know whether my brother got letters & boxes we sent him?

, or any points relating to my brother, it would deeply oblige me—address — Walt Whitman Washington D

C Walt Whitman to Captain William Cook, 27 February 1865

My dear brother, Your letter has only just reached me though I see the Brooklyn post office stamp is

I get my meals where I can—they are poor & expensive—You speak of the Indian office—it is a Bureau in

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

I shall go regularly enough, but shall be on my guard against trouble.

torments my best, best love—Jeff, give my respects to Mr.

He was a captain when Whitman mentioned him again in a letter from May 25, 1865.

along—we had a cold week, but the past three days has been much moderated—I am satisfied in the main with my

I have such a good bed—& my stove does very well—it is a little bit out of the way in location—My work

easy—I am through by 4—I find plenty who know me—I received a week's pay on Monday, came very acceptable—My

My room is 468 M street, 2d door west of 12th—from 10 till 4, I am in the Indian Bureau, north-east corner

Mason, who "used to be in my party on the Water Works."

According to his letter to Jeff on January 30, 1865, Whitman wrote to "Captain" Mason the same day; on

Dear son, I did not finish my letter because I have not been able to get the little picture of Lincoln

& Washington —but I succeeded in getting one this morning—I send it as a little present to my dear boy

live at the same place in M street, 468—only I have moved into the front room—it is pleasanter—I have my

meals brought up to me—my landlady gives me very good grub, $32.50 a month—Well I must draw to a close

Now, Ally, I must bid you good by, & I send you my love, my darling boy, & also to your parents, for

My dear Mr.

Wood, I write to solicit from you $2, for helping my soldier boys to some festivities these holiday &

I keep stout as ever, my face red and a great beard just the same.

I send my love to you, darling boy. Walt Whitman to a Soldier, early 1866

If I hadn't got your letter of 23d, I should likely have written to you very soon, of my own accord,

I have been home in Brooklyn the last two months, to see my mother, & pay a visit to New York, &c. and

It is now a year ago since you sent it—you spoke in that letter of your parents—You must give my love

But I wonder whether we shall ever come together again, you & I, my loving soldier boy.

I send you my love, & must now bid you farewell for present, dear soldier boy.

abatements & dykes are shattered & threaten to give out—we will see—At this moment I am sitting up here in my

room alone rather late—had my dinner, supper of a slice of toast & cup of tea—quiet & comfortable enough—good

again—the proof came & piece will be out in ten days or less —did I tell you that the Scribner man rejected my

usual with me—(a horrible heavy inertia lassitude)—write often as convenient God bless you & Frau & my

Enclosed two copies my latest f'm Lippincott's Dec —Nothing very new—Cold weather grip & bladder bother

going ab't same—bad grip bad bladder bother, &c: &c:—hear often f'm Dr Bucke he is well & busy—made my

broth toast & tea—am writing a little—will keep you posted & of any thing printed—(ups & downs—most of my

things are yet rejected)—rather a gloomy three weeks the last—the death of my dear Brother in St Louis—cloudy

100 sets of the entire autograph sheets, plates & back labels for complete book and throw in one of my

you—but I am disabled & unwell more than half the time & cannot be relied on—Do not for the present put my

On June 12, 1884, Walt Whitman had sent a transcription of "O Captain! My Captain!"

Aldrich (1828–1908) was an ornithologist, a member of the Iowa House of Representatives, an infantry captain

My dear Marvin, Your letter of 13th has reached me.

I should have made my visit the current week, but one of my bad spells has intervened —will write to

I have had it put in type for my own convenience, and greater exactness. The price is $150.

Have been clearing up my studio, so I can feel a little decent on Sunday.

—my shiping shipping apartments, I mean. I'm staying in one part of my studio for a few weeks.

surviving yet & in good spirits (sort) after the past nearly four months—Am still imprison'd here in my

sick room, unable to move around or get out at all—but have my brain power as before & right arm volition

several condensed in one —this is now going through the presses—your bust of me still holds out fully in my

My Dear Walt.

All of us well—especially my two little boys, who enjoy the country life very much.

He says my copy [this picture] is quite as good as the original.

with any thing else, or any information I shall be happy to do so— Walt Whitman the best likeness in my

river—have had a good time—& it has done me good—have leisurely traveled over 3000 miles land & water—now on my

way home to Camden New Jersey, my permanent address—Am now pretty well for a half-paralytic, better

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

photograph & letter—but the book has not yet reach'd reached me—Yes, indeed, I consider you one of my

see notes July 29, '88 | also Aug 1 All right my dear J R —$60 for the Booth article will do, in full

—(I reserve the right of printing it in future collections of my writings—this is indispensable.)

I have been & am lingering under the miserable inertia following my sunstroke—otherwise should have sent

you one or two articles—have them on the stocks— Am very slowly gaining the tally of my previous strength—had

the other was lost in the mail | JR # 3 447-1928 328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Dec: 15 '85—noon My

87— Yours of March 24 rec'd —also one some 12 days previous—thanks—you ought to have rec'd the MS of my

soon as ready—also two or three printed impr: of the "note" when ready—I am well as usual—delivered my

431 Stevens Street cor West Camden, N Jersey Aug 8 Glad to get living sign from you again, my dear Albert

My eye got open at last, but is still bleary and bad.

My present woe is a festered pen finger, sore as death, and preventing me writing.

It is one of my afflictions, though without pain.—I will try to write soon.

Camden April 20. '87 My dear Major Mr Gilder of the Century has just sent me Andrew Carnegie's check

for $350 for his box—Making my remuneration $600 for the lecture — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Major

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey April 18 1887> Dear Sir Yours of 16th with $250 (for my lecture of

there any situation in the Press establishment, (counting-room or writing staff,) that could serve for my

notes about Whitman's activities, and on December 27 he asked Richard Maurice Bucke whether he wanted "my

I returned to-day from a three days visit to my Quaker friends at Germantown—they have tip top horses

—Sometimes I think you must be sick— —I am about as usual—I am writing this after 9 at night up in my

great fool —don't you know every 'cute fellow secretly knows that about himself—I do)—God bless you my

am always glad to get any letters from you dear boy)—Harry, you certainly know well enough you have my

it all—I go back to the times at Timber Creek beginning most five years ago, & the banks & spring, & my

should not be a living man to-day —I think & remember deeply these things & they comfort me— & you my

—Of the occasional ridiculous little storms & squalls of the past I have quite discarded them from my

you will too—the other recollections overtop them altogether, & occupy the only permanent place in my

cooking—Otherways I have been here in C. all the time, have done a little work writing, but nothing much,—My

little talk—did me good to meet them—I dont don't think Jersey has two nicer looking boys—I was on my

got there I found the elder A. was dead & buried —so I have just had to write the sad intelligence to my

328 Mickle street Camden Evn'g Nov. 18 '84 My dear friends Your kind letter (Eva's) came this afternoon

every day, I don't go any distance—havn't been away this past summer, only one short trip to Cape May —My

before I shall be unable to get around at all——General health otherwise about the same as usual—Eva, my

affairs—not much sale for my books at present, or for the last fifteen months—Harry your Mother call'd

little most every day—sell a piece once in a while—Maintain good spirits and a first-rate appetite—My

once or twice, you find it is nothing to be afraid of— I have been busy all the forenoon fixing one of my

Y New York paper, the Critic —they give me $10 a piece for them, & want several more—I make use of my

time this reaches you—It is now noon & I must get out a bit —I went out & took a short stroll, but my

American country & the west — Nothing very new with me—I am well as usual for me—As I write I am up in my

moderate snow & ice on the ground, but sun shining bright—quite a good deal of sleighing— —I am busy with my

writing in moderation—write four or five hours every day—My new book is doing reasonably well (better

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

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

19 Ap Harry has been here—is in good spirits & is surely getting along very well—I am getting over my

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

I am not over my bad spell yet, but a little better perhaps—Harry is getting along very well —was up

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