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Camden, N Jersey—US America Sept September 7 — I send you to-day by mail, to same address as this card, my

Nothing new or different—Pretty dull—my cold in the head rampant—I am trying to while the day with the

Camden June 9 noon '91 Ab't same—having one of my so-so days—partial bowel action last evn'g—Dr L here

Aug 30 '87 I remain anchor'd here in my big chair—Have you read the Bacon-Shakspere résumé in the last

My address for six or eight weeks to come will be care of Dr Bucke , London Ontario Canada .

Camden Feb 23 p m I have just come back from my delightful Quaker visit—& find your MS roll, all right—It

WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleased with the sound of my own name?

Then to my questions, answered, "Yes—since you were here I have been reasonably well—as well as I have

I expressed my liking for a translation not so literal—one more bathed in the spirit—and W. said—"I see—I

W. however—"No—I should prefer to give him a little token—say the McKay picture, with my name on it—wouldn't

I must have an envelope for my pictures—a good strong capacious white envelope—capacious, for the pictures

deprecating remark, "Look out—you fellows"—laughingly—"Carnegie paid a handsome price for a seat at my

The eyes would be my main criticism."

"I don't remember, I only remember my impression: there seemed something awry, not just as I felt for

Do not print for the present: that would be my counsel."

The recurrence this night sent something of a pang to my heart, yet gladness too.

But I made him promise not to engage passage without my knowledge.

Will write to Staffords myself & enclose facsimiles.I cannot write much tonight, though it is my last

think of Walt & to realize his condition all the time.It is a long, heavy, terrible strain for you, my

But I cannot overstep my limitations & circumstances. It is as foolish as vain to seek to do so.

I trust that you both realize that I give you from my heart what you have so nobly won, & steadfastly

My eyes filled with tears. I kissed his hands—his eyes opened an instant—looked me ineffable love.

constituted Ralph Moore with power to watch the constructive details, he assumed the power to set me my

In my postal card reply to you I suggested the following Friday at this office, and not hearing from

My own counsel would be, don't tone down or up: let go—give way to the spirit—it must come up right in

He has not seen my manuscript. Wonders if I can let him have a glimpse of the proof?

My question would be, where is the poetry anyway? I do not see it—not a glimpse of it.

I seem to be holding my own."

I am more nervous than my friends understand."

After they were finished, he remarked, "I feel none the worse for the ordeal except for my left leg:

that is the side of my paralysis.

I was depressed—I had not vim enough to lift my hand. I have eaten solids.

(Which I did—having first kissed him—then for the rest of the time of my stay held his hand in my own

W.: "Yes, that is my wish." H.L.T.: "Then I should open the mail?" W.: "Yes, boy—if you will.

W.: "Let him have it—yes, have it—send it, along with my regards: you will find a bundle of the books

And if things cross my mind any time, I will say something to somebody here, so they are not forgotten

His eyes were shut most of the time, though now and then they partly opened as if to catch my face as

"It is a struggle—has been a damnable day—horrible—one of my worst." Looked bad.

W. then, "But I don't feel well—feel the worst—my damnablest."

When Horace showed me his make from the notes, I drew my blue pencil through it, by way of suggestion

Morris exclaims, "My! How I have enjoyed all this!

Give Nellie my dear love. Tell her about me." Morris had put this in today's Bulletin.

Made some further notes for my Lowell-Whitman paper. Day perfect—mild (warmish), clear.

is certain, one way or another, Doubtless I could not have perceived the universe, or written one of my

Camden New Jersey Oct: 30 '80 I to-day forward by mail (same address as this card) my two Vols: according

328 Mickle street Camden New Jersey July 27 '86 My dear friends If you can use this, the price would

am just off on a ride & spree to Gloucester-shore to a planked shad & champagne dinner given me by my

Camden Wednesday Sunset July 11 '88 Am setting up & have just eat my supper—The flowers rec'd this day—perfumed

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

Camden New Jersey U S America Oct October 5 — I have to-day today sent by mail same address as this card my

Walt Whitman My dear friend, much do I regret to hear of your increased illness—yet, let us hope for

Dear Sir— I shall go to Boston Tuesday and will endeavor to get a portrait of my father—I have none here

328 Mickle street Camden New Jersey Dec 1 '86 My dear Gilder If entirely convenient have the magazine

A thousand thanks, my dear poet, for the added kindness—Next to greeting you personally is possessing

Have had my supper—& all right—Your letters rec'd— W W Walt Whitman to Richard Maurice Bucke, 23 February

feeling—constipation—then otherways, quite a strong steady pulse & fair appetite, & generally hold my

Camden New Jersey March 12 pm—Yours duly rec'd—I send you by mail to-day, to same address as this card, my

Y. to speak my piece [Lincoln Lecture] April 14.

My canary is singin' away as I write. Walt Whitman to Sidney H. Morse, 28 February 1888

this fine sunny crispy day—cross'd the Delaware—walk'd up Chestnut st—every thing lovely—look'd in at my

In my hand an astonishing document—notice from Providence of the marriage of Mrs.

To my questions as to pain he said he did not have any.

On my good-bye he pressed my hand ardently. "You will go on the water-bed tonight."

My heart stood almost still.

My heart was relieved. Home, then, and sleep. Thursday, March 24, 1892

He appeared in quite a lively humor, though saying: "This has been one of my bad days and I have done

"But I was out—got my trip with Ed—just came back a little while ago."

"But my contention is for the whole man—the whole corpus—not one member—not a leg, an arm, a belly alone

and have been condemned by your own argument," he laughed heartily and said: "That is so, too: all my

"I am more and more confirmed in my dislike of it.

Tennyson is old, sensitive, my friend,—many reasons why this should not appear in such connection.

Some fellow—I think in the New York office, too—seems to possess a persistent ignorance about me—sends my

In order finally to settle about Bonsall's speech, W. thought my idea "good" that he should hear the

Some reference being made to eyesight, W. exclaimed, "Well—that's my case exactly—I am getting worse

and worse fixed—so that by and by my sight will be altogether gone."

may have had its good effect: except that we must not forget there's no way under heaven to give me my

All my faculties seem to be settling down into a masterly incompetency, dullness."

It is a book separate "the words of my book nothing, the (trend) of it everything."

I may be over in Philadelphia shortly & then I shall call and pay my respects to Whitman and yourself.I

And as he returned me the letter, "That reminds me of my letter to Bucke today.

It is no new thing to me—indeed, is a very old thing—it came to me, almost, in my youth.

I do not think my writing in that article would be called remarkable for clearness, especially that passage

I confess the book has taken a strong hold of me—it has opened my eyes, made me feel that we have a master

If I found it in my line, I should write out all I have been telling you—put it in print somewhere.

But in the first place it is not in my line. Then, I am too lazy.

Warrie came in for tray, and W. said, "Tell Mary I tried my best to make away with the whole thing, but

There was my column and a half.

of the letters I gave you last night he says—it is dated the 22nd—'I will now take up the thread of my

That is the question that always comes first in my mind when I look at pictures of Walt Whitman!

In other respects he conceded my corrections.

I at once wrote, discountenancing the whole thing, in the strongest English the language and my command

It is a part of our blood—my brother George—others of our best friends—alive, resenting it.

And this, taken with my natural disgust, easily disposed of the question for me.

when i get desperate i write commit it to paper as you literary folks say well i am rather better of my

cold but my coughf cough still hangs on it always does when i get a cold it seems as if is should never

have gone up but i have a sore foot that i cant can't wear any but an old sluf shoe i have a bunion on my

it has eased it very much so i gess guess it will be well in a day or two) well walt i will tell how my

institutionalizing Jesse because, according to her December 25, 1863 letter, she "could not find it in my

Rome—where I received a most cordial welcome from him and his good wife, who is my wife's cousin.

Rome, like myself, is an Annan man—and much did I enjoy that talk about my dear old home, three thousand

I asked him to write his name in my book, and I found it to be John Y.

river, the ceaseless movement, and the brilliant and varied panorama of "Manhattan from the Bay." ¹ On my

A Visit to Walt Whitman A visit to Walt Whitman On a hot August afternoon, in 1889, my wife and I went

And Walt replied: "Well my friends who have known me longest have told me, many times, that I always

And then he added, after reflecting a moment: "I think my poems are like your West—crude, uncultured,

Walt sat in his arm-chair, and held wife with his right hand and me with his left, and said: "So long, my

"I rode through it to-day with my friend, Senator Armstrong, and went to see my other ancient friend,

I also poid my respects to that most intelligent octogenarian, Mr.

found out the great secret, and I hope to meet their posterity and their friends and followers during my

I am spry no longer, but my spirits are as high-flown as ever.

Childs as a man whose hand is open as the day, but I never met him more than twice in all my life.

I could do my work much better with ink-blotches about me and a litter around and with a few broken chairs

My feeling towards him is something more than admiration—it partakes of reverence."

Not my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear; But the lovers I recklessly love—lo

me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!

Because my enemies clarify my ego by antagonism, while the mastery of my lovers is indistinguishable

from my own recklessness?

My individuality is yours, my thirst yours, my appetites yours,mydifferencesyours.Iamalikeinmydifferences

"I always leave my title-page till the last and always keep a full set of proof-pages as I go along.

It has always been my habit to do so: I have found it a very good way."

Asked me about my country trip last night—of the great rains and how I traversed them, interpolating

This piece of Stoddard's amounts to nothing at all—I could write more myself, though my knowledge of

Davis, and when she asks him how he is, he replies curiously—'still doing my old business—still making

And W. then laughing: "I am still at my own business—still making baskets and baskets."

My own mail included letters from Bucke and Kennedy.At McKay's later in day found our Washingtonian preferred

Sit here on the bed—tell me the news," he taking my hand and I sitting there, detailing such things from

I consider Baxter one of my best friends."

"Walt, you don't seem often to mistake my step, even in the dark."

"No, I do not, but my senses seem to get duller." I took a chair and moved it up towards the bed.

This is my music day.