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Though he had not yet inscribed my picture he said: "It is ready at any time you choose to take it."

That's a sample of the way my memory works nowadays!" Thursday, September 12, 1889

to take some sickle pears out of a bag on the floor.Asked him about a description of his "study" for my

This is my 'shack.'

And this launched us, my own talk, I suppose, verging on enthusiasm; he interjecting many questions.

Intensely interested in all I told him of the Ingersolls—firing at me question after question to enlarge my

Said to me, "I am looking about the room, trying to collect everything that bears my marks together,

Alluded to the "courtesy" of Youth's Companion editors.As to Truth piece had this to say, "My additions

.— I assume this day, the whole debt of all I take my place by right among the sudorous or sweaty men

a handsomer man with be has better finer health and cleaner shaped limbs than I, who do business in my

4 To me I subject all the teachings of the schools, and all dicta and authority, to my the tests of myself

And myself,—and I encourage you to subject the same to the tests of yourself—and to subject me and my

I walk'd the shores of my Eastern Sea, Heard over the waves the little voice, Saw the divine infant,

maintain the be- queath'd bequeath'd cause, as for all lands, And I send these words to Paris with my

I walk'd the shores of my Eastern sea, Heard over the waves the little voice, Saw the divine infant where

and cogent I maintain the bequeath'd cause, as for all lands, And I send these words to Paris with my

I walked the shores of my Eastern Sea, Heard over the waves the little voice, Saw the divine infant,

and cogent, I maintain the bequeath'd cause, as for all lands, And I send these words to Paris, with my

I walk'd the shores of my Eastern sea, Heard over the waves the little voice, Saw the divine infant where

and cogent I maintain the bequeath'd cause, as for all lands, And I send these words to Paris with my

my brother or my sister! Keep on!

On 1st of July the Bd of Water Com. abolished my office and consequently it left me out in the cold—it

am sincerely glad that she is getting well again  It is sad to think of how she must have suffered  My

I should like to know who wrote the piece in the Morning Star —it flushed my friends & myself too, like

Rossetti to whom, meantime, please offer my friendliest, truest regards.

—Still I go out some, though very stiff—& lately some spells in my head rather bad & queer.

What I have said in former letters about my general strength still holds good—otherwise I am in a bad

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

You must excuse m my writing & spelling for I am in a hurry to get off to the park.

let me know how you are I will try & write a little more abou about thing next time I write & send my

I think never since that hour can I read my well-worn "Leaves of Grass," without that vague imagined

request, I shall have the name of the man whose writings I most admire, in his own hand, and it will be my

—It has " grown " upon me very much, and authenticates itself, to my mind, more and more, as a true characteristic

I have glanced them over & find much to stir my appetite. But I must not write more now.

My Dearest Friend: A kind of anxiety has for some time past weighed upon me and upon others, I find,

My love, dear Walt. Anne Gilchrist. Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 20 July 1885

Am working away here in my office at the Asylum as usual.

Nothing stirring here but the usual work—am hard at my Annual Report while all other Asylum matters must

I dont know, certain, that I can get, leave of absence, next week but I thnk my chances are pretty good

nothing at all, about what they brought us here for, but I rather think I was right in the surmise (in my

of what is intended; meanwhile for the time I have been absorbed by the news of the death of one of my

This brings with it the additional pang to me that it will probably prevent my intended journey to the

Walt Whitman Respected Sir: I have just read your 'Memorandum at a Venture' and wish to express to you my

I am a student at the above institution and while studying my text books I have also studied the times

My own impression is that if you revised your works finally in few or many details, and the revision

the Cunarder-mail of this morning from Queenstown, I should have written yesterday, if only to send my

The bits about the Creek are just delightful to my mind: you have so impregnated your pages with the

Give my love to them at Glendale. Herbert H Gilchrist.

Dec 1st 76 My Dear Sir: Yes, I received the letter, with the picture & printed slips last year, & meant

have a 10 acre farm here on the banks of the Hudson near Po'keepsie Poughkeepsie , I spend some of my

January 6 '86 My dear friend I am sitting here in my little front room down stairs writing this—a good

on & overhaul them) & if that will do—will certainly see the vols are sent to you— I am quite over my

anticipated— I am more than satisfied, however—every thing might have been so much worse—& best of all, in my

I send you my list of misprints—guess you have them all already—have found no new ones lately—not looking

I have written to M c K. as follows: "Please let Mr W. have any copies he wants of my W.

now—I should like first rate to just drop in on you all— I continue to get letters &c from abroad about my

He is preparing a review & partial translation of my writings— Mama dear, I hope you will have a pleasant

Joe was very sick two or three weeks ago, but is better now; and I am enjoying my usual good health.

Browning Haddonfield With love from Joe and my self Deborah V.

could have wished—though as I get along with them, & versed, I am well satisfied with R W & Co. and my

My L of G plates having been sent on there from Rand & Avery's, Boston—& I shall begin on "Specimen Days

I walk'd the shores of my Eastern Sea, Heard over the waves the little voice, Saw the divine infant,

I maintain the be- queath bequeath'd cause, as for all lands, And I send these words to Paris with my

my brother or my sister! Keep on!

Who Learns My Lessons Complete

Mannahatta [My city's fit and noble]

Not my Enemies ever invade me

Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast Only

Good-Bye My Fancy [separate volume]

Paumanok, and My Life on it as Child and Young Man

My Native Sand and Salt Once More

Yes indeed: as Burns says somewhere of the birds, 'they flit from place to place,' &c: which is just my

Stedman wrote that piece for The Century: it was not satisfactory to my friends, but was in fair spirit

you think I'll get over my kink about Oldach. Well—maybe!"

Look what Herbert did with my face when he got it over in London: look how he dressed me up—put the barber

at work on my hair—put it up in curl-papers and flung me abroad in the exhibitions as a social luminary

so long acknowledged his extraordinary genius it's not likely I'd take a turnabout at this late day: my

It is illustrated in my friend Mr.

made some personal reference to Smith as "a good fellow: hospitable, kind: level-headed, too—truly my

He said: "Whittier cannot be considered my enemy: he is friendly: not an early comer—among those who

Cartloads of 'em—cartloads—when I was younger: indeed, that was a most important formative element in my

Editorial DepartmentThe Century MagazineUnion Square—New YorkAug. 2—1889.My dear Mr.

the suggestion about O'Connor—& regrets that we have not room for what you suggest.Let me say that my

such that I would not dishonor him by letting a report be printed which did not accurately represent my

what I said & what I am prepared to defend, without the addition of new ideas, or illustrations, & to my

In all my experience I have never met a man who didn't pursue his own pleasure against mine.

And to my remark that Aldrich however was much more likable than Stoddard, except for some of S.Stoddard's

s phrase, "The Last Bard," describing my father's picture—had attracted me.

W.: "Yes, I have noticed it, too: though it hardly forced my attention.

And then: "I sent my own word in to Whitney: not to him direct, because I do not know him—but to Dick

W. said: "Never mind—I shall not miss it: I always keep my eyes open for Bob."

And before it passes out of my mind, Horace, let me ask you: Wallace says you report Pete Doyle in Baltimore

I want to have it done, for my own purposes. And if you will inquire, why, do so!

Curiously—at tea—Wallace said, "I read some of my notes to Mrs.

Johnston had advised Warrie to do this thing (not of course knowing of my labor).

Wallace seemed rather aghast by the extent of my accumulations.

From today's Press as a queer result of my interception of the reporter last evening: SUN PICTURE OF

sketch or poem, all of which are hurried off to the publishers of his forthcoming book, called "Good-by, my

history—passes through camps, enters the hospitals—using gifts of penetration (Horace, they told me my

And I want you to take this with you—assert it anywhere for me—make it felt as my message, declaration

And as I said my good-bye, he picked up Truth—waved his hand as I went out the door—and turned towards

Though W. was on his bed, he was not asleep—got up instantly on my entrance, and after he had shaken

But I have not half examined it yet and must put off for another letter my dicta upon it.I am well but

Buxton Forman And W. volunteered his Forman note, which had to do with the dinner, and was in reply to my

"Just now it is my main labor simply to hold my head up. As for moving? No! No!"

Air, soil, water, fire—those are words, I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate with

theirs—my name is nothing to them, Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air

, soil, water, fire, know of my name?

When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot, My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath

Air, soil, water, fire—those are words, I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate with

theirs—my name is nothing to them, Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air

, soil, water, fire, know of my name?

When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot, My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath