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resumed the chaos louder than ever, with eager calls and orders of officers, While from some distant part

to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. 2

destin'd conqueror, yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere, And death and infidelity at every step.) 2

west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeath'd both mother's and father's, His first parts

new States, Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming up from the uttermost parts

I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America good or bad, Not to build for that which

with the power's pulsations, and the charm of my theme was upon me, Till the tissues that held me parted

boundless summer growths, O lavish brown parturient earth—O infinite teeming womb, A song to narrate thee. 2

forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part

of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and

and the beautiful curious liquid, And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him, Winter-grain sprouts and those

flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores, The tearful parting

, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother, (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does

menacing might of the globe uprisen around me, Yet there with my soul I fed, I fed content, supercilious. 2

The Centenarian's Story. THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

Volunteer of 1861-2, (at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting the Centenarian.)

As wending the crowds now part and disperse—but we old man, Not for nothing have I brought you hither—we

eighty-five years a-gone no mere parade receiv'd with applause of friends, But a battle which I took part

in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I took part in it, Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.

2 O maidens and young men I love and that love me, What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden

sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries, I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.) 2

[A Long Island incident—early part of the present century.]

bearded—the stout-strong frame, Dress'd in its russet suit of good Scotch cloth: (Then what the told-out story

lessening—dimmer the forthgoer's visage and form, Soon to be lost for aye in the darkness—loth, O so loth to de- part

, I form'd the habit, and continued it to the end, whenever the ebb or flood tide began the latter part

before—some unsuspected author,) In every object, mountain, tree, and star—in every birth and life, As part

"Finally my children, to envelop each word, each part of the rest, Allah is all, all, all—is immanent

malignant, Venom and filth, serpents, the ravenous sharks, liars, the disso- lute dissolute ; (What is the part

what fluid, vast identity, Holding the universe with all its parts as one—as sailing in a ship?

On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide! On for your time, ye furious debouché!

; Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the hinges turning, Duly the needed discord-parts

intentionless, the whole a nothing, And haply yet some drop within God's scheme's ensemble—some wave, or part

—tangled and many-vein'd and hard has been thy part, To admiration has it been enacted!

art all the world's, the continents' entire— not yours alone, America, Europe's as well, in every part

the ceaseless ferry, faces and faces and faces, I see them and complain not, and am content with all. 2

thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me, Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost. 2

, Lone, sulky, through the time's thick murk looking in vain for light, for hope, From unsuspected parts

the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting

appointed days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse. 2

the present only, But greater still from what is yet to come, Out of that formula for thee I sing. 2

what was promis'd, When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb persons, When the rest part

accepting exulting in Death in its turn the same as life, The entrance of man to sing; To compact you, ye parted

Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas, I see not America only, not only Liberty's

advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage, (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts

all its horrors, serves, And how now or at any time each serves the exquisite transition of death. 2

perhaps, he felt what you are feeling now, as he watched the spring of another year. that is the best part

There is something brutal and fatuous in the habit we commonly have of passing the parts of nature in

O'Connor's stories with a preface by Whitman were published in Three Tales: The Ghost, The Brazen Android

Please accept my thanks for the $2 which you sent the children.

sugars—teas, coffee—Lou sent 1 Ham—delicious—cake—jellies—coffee tea—delicious—and clothing for Han—also 2

Sent mine home 2 months ago.

this forenoon— Sunny weather—sharp cold—hot cakes & tea for breakfast—sitting here as usual in 2d story

Johnston is quoting from the Bible, 2 Samuel 1:20.

. | DEC 2(?)

Camden, N.J. | DEC 27 | 130 PM | 90 | Philadelphia, P.A. | DEC 27 | 9 PM; San Francisco, Cal. | Jan 2

He expressed his concern about whether it and the letter had been delivered in his January 1–2, 1891,

," which is signed and dated "Jan. 2 1891." William Ingram to Walt Whitman, 24 December 1890

2 M | 90; Philadelphia, Pa. | Dec 24 | 3 PM | Paid.

. | Dec 24 | 2 PM | Paid.

of you, my dear old friend, prostrated by bodily illness, suffering physical pain &, for the most part

out meters within a month from now, have begun making but are not in a position yet to make all the parts

14 that she had not heard from the publishers of the late William Douglas O'Connor's collection of stories

O'Connor's stories with a preface by Whitman were published in Three Tales: The Ghost, The Brazen Android

The Camden Daily Post article "Ingersoll's Speech" of June 2, 1890, was written by Whitman himself and

Floyd Stovall, 2 vols. [New York: New York University Press: 1963–1964], 686–687).

Kurunégala Ceylon 11 Dec 90 My dear Walt— It's good to get your letter of Nov 2 nd forwarded to me here

On the other hand I think they are wanting in the part of Love.

See Whitman's letter to Carpenter of November 2, 1890.