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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!

November 9, 1881 I send you my new book (it is due you, you know) same mail with this. . .

They have taken up my principal time and labor for some months past.

I always carry some, cut up in small plugs, in my pocket.

I thought I would include in my letter a few cases of soldiers, especially interesting, out of my note-book

, but I find my story has already been spun out to sufficient length.

Nor do I find it ended by my doing some good to the sick and dying soldiers.

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey For the present send Ernest Rhys's letters addressed here to my care

Camden Nov: 6 '91 Thanks, my friend, for y'r noble and beautiful volumes "Around the World" —safely received

328 Mickle Street April 16 '86 My dear T.W., yours with the $304 safely rec'd received by me this afternoon

Camden NJ April 8 1887 Yes—I hereby give my consent to the inclusion of the four pieces mentioned in

Millthorpe, Holmesfield near Sheffield, Oct. '91 Owing to postal changes, my address will in future be

Camden March 10 Evn'g I am getting better—slowly but decidedly—my young friend died yesterday at noon

Have you studied out MY LAND, its idioms and men?

What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?

in your and my name, the Present time.

Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully

To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose- colored flesh, To be conscious of my body, so amorous

not knowing if she already had a copy—one to Doctor—one to that dear friend of William's who is also my

copy of more of L. of G.Leaves of Grass for Edmund Clarence Stedman and of whom W. instantly asked on my

I gave him my conclusions—that S. made three overwhelming statements—that L. of G.Leaves of Grass was

"This deafness stands badly in my way—and worse, it seems to be growing and growing."

W. said: "No—I think not: it was a letter full of good feeling—containing a remembrance of my birthday

And he added afterwards: "It was a letter that went straight to my heart," pausing and continuing waggishly

this of my father is much the best. Did you know about Henry Inman?

He thought also: "It will all be toned down with the thought that I am old—that it is my 70th year!"

Davis, and he instantly recognized me and called my name, "Horace? You here?" and we shook hands.

he asked, and to my "yes," he asked, "Is it very cold?"

"Always my love." I described the cold clear skies and the moon ascended north-east.

I kissed him good-bye and he pressed my hand, "Good night, Horace: bless you! Bless you!"

W. awake and so I went immediately in for my talk. Had found at W.'

Traubel,If Walt Whitman is in a condition to receive a message, give him my love & heartiest thanks for

They have a way at Bolton of doing these things so well—paper—ink, even—that even my eye is cheated."

Give them all my love, too, and safety for the Colonel." W. asked me, "Who is in the next room?"

It appears to me, or was my impression, that he belongs or belonged to New England, was a Bostonese."

But he added to this after a pause, "Although my copy would not satisfy the dilettante writer or reader

In fact, all my study is to put and keep the printer on his feet.

I am not decided yet whether to include this in my 'Annex.'

Have not been at the office today—but had my mail & the Col's sent to the Col's house, where I have been

Express to me to my home address: 19 E. 80th St.

Who wants my autograph."—"It is a heavy penalty sometimes."

So he wrote my name on the face of it with pencil.Spoke of his happiness that I would go home with Bucke

The more sure I am in my faith the less I feel such antagonism—as my faith grows, my irritability wanes

When I tell W. of the value I think belongs with "Good-Bye My Fancy"—that it has music and power—he says

I always feel even with my own books, which are entirely in my hands, that I never get them just as I

My letters are too full of bowels—the ups and downs of the physical critter, prisoned here, suffering

And further, "If I could only get my hand on it, I could show him!

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

W. remarking, "I can't altogether get over my concern.

I'm afraid I'm getting to be a great materialist—not to believe anything till it's absolutely in my fist

Symonds' enunciation of an idea which has always possessed me, which is at the center of my own theories

And I think that is always my way with real good work—I don't enter into it, absorb it, first hit.

indifferent , but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds, you mounted the scaffold;) —I would sing in my

know not why, but I loved you…(and so go forth little song, Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my

love, and drop these lines at his feet;) —Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my

bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her, moving swiftly

Williamsburghers, that he who runs may read, and that all may recognize the subjects depicted, without my

My effort shall be to describe the lineaments of each so faithfully, that all who have seen the men shall

The subject of my next sketch is middle sized, with a good humored face, and an utterance so rapid as

One sketch more, and my chapter is done.

I am rejoiced at what you say of my contribution, but feel dreadfully at the prospect your letter opens

, of my paragraphing being changed.

I could bear with equanimity anything but that—especially the breaking up of my running account of the

Besides, you told me I was to have my way. I will write you again after I get the revise.

Didn't my lower stomach shout to my upper stomach with loud halloos!

But that my illness makes me unfit for composition, I would like to review Donnelly's reviewers so far

My talk with him must have sunk in. Goodbye. Nelly sends you her love. So do I.

The evenings are my best times." The Jane Carlyle lay open face down on the floor.

My dear and great Walt.As you did not come up yesterday afternoon I did not expect you today.I hope to

I could convey no idea to you how it affects my soul.

means the best, highest, most natural, most effective form of expression.I salute you as the poet of my

heart, my intellect, my ideality, my life.Yours,J.

Had kept letter open in order to include my Philadelphia address.

My eye is now under battery treatment (assault and battery treatment, you would think to look at it!)

and just as soon as I can recover my sight a little better, I will plunge into the volume, which now

you have turned my memory back to an old story. Did I ever tell you?

Well, that day, with Dana: the instant I saw him, I made for him, talked my loudest, saying: 'What in

"I count this one of my very best days, taking it altogether."

"That's pretty good for my book," he said. I had a proof of the title portrait with me at last.

The master asked him: 'Are you sure, now, that you have everything belonging to me—every scrap of my

and the man looked at him and answered: 'Yes, my lord—at least!'

Give my love to the O'Connors.Good bye. Your friend,J. T. Trowbridge. Tuesday, October 23, 1888.