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my special word to thee. Hear me illustrious!

lengthen- ing lengthening shadows, Prepare my starry nights.

my city! ALL IS TRUTH.

WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.

Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?

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

MY LEGACY.

, And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb or South or North—my

I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference

I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with confi- dent confident step; While my pleasure

Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer, Or breathe one breath of yours upon my

past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead, Myself through every by-gone phase—my

idle youth—old age at hand, My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past, By any grand

As I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before

then I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my

Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my

spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the

prove this puzzle the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy, Therefore I send you my

play of causes, (With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,) These recitatives for thee,—my

And thee my soul, Joys, ceaseless exercises, exaltations, Thy yearning amply fed at last, prepared to

New Year's Day 1891 My Dear Mr Whitman I can not let the New Year go by, without wishing you "A Happy

Through this year just gone I have come to count you my dear friend.

Since I found my beloved Socrates no one has spoken such sane and manly words to me as you.

Am sitting here in my 2d story room same— affectionate uncle Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Jessie Louisa

Thirty-one poems from Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy

For more information see Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman

Houghton, Mifflin, 1892), for which Whitman wrote the Preface (which he later included in Good-Bye My

54 Manchester Road Bolton Lancashire, England January 3 rd 1891 My Dear Old Friend, I must thank you

should kindly think of me & write me such a tender & loving note, and I thank you from the bottom of my

The other day I received a letter from Mrs Harrison of Bideford to whom I sent a copy of my "Notes"—she

will probably write to you By the way it may amuse you to know that in consequence of the extent of my

bring this letter to an end by again expressing the hope that you are keeping better & sending you my

Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was his last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short

Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy" in Leaves of Grass (1891–1892

For more information see, Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman

again but the wheeling is good and the weather clear and charming I am going out for a drive in an hour my

letter to Whitman's disciple and biographer Horace Traubel: "I had a fall last evening and dislocated my

enclosed —Houghton & Co. are to publish her book, in the way you will see—all well—no particular news—made my

porridge, a bit of cold turkey & cup of tea—am sitting here at present as usual—rec'd a good letter f'm my

my neice Jessie in Saint Louis (superior girl, sensible, intuitive, a little reticent, undemonstrative

foreign and domestic—Ab't noon as I send this off & sun looks fine out, but I suppose rather too cool for my

Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

—have sent word to Dr B[ucke] —Matters going on much the same with me as of late—as I write sit in my

My friends Can you use this in the Critic ?

The preface was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

forward hopefully to many a good hour with you yet when the success of the meter shall have loosened my

hands and my feet from some of the restraints that are now upon them.

My arm gets on finely, am at office every day, eat & sleep fairly well Love to you R M Bucke hand to

letter to Whitman's disciple and biographer Horace Traubel: "I had a fall last evening and dislocated my

yesterday morning to receive your kind post card of Dec br : 23 rd , & I thank you for it with all my

nerves, which is very slow to quit, & which, while it lasts, prevents me from doing any thing beyond my

And I trust that in good time, & by God's help, I shall be able to do so—perhaps all the better for my

Meanwhile, it is my proudest & dearest privilege to write to you, & to shew you something—(if nothing

better) of a love which is as that of a son, & of the gratitude & homage due to my greatest benefactor

Jan. 6. 1891 Dear Sir, I have just received your "Leaves of Grass &c." 1890—for which accept my thanks

criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my

I am totally paralyzed, f'm the old Secession wartime overstrain—only my brain volition & right arm power

New England Magazine in June (3:570–71), and a portrait of the poet along with a review of Good-bye My

O'C to publish —Cold & sunny to day here—I have buckwheat cakes for my breakfast & mutton & rice stew

Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

Camden P M Jan: 8 '91 Personal | My dear J M S If we are going into this thing my notion is to do it

My suggestion w'd be (if you feel to give space enough) to print after that "personal memoranda" of mine

signed by its author's name (now that O'Connor and Mrs: Gilchrist are dead those three are perhaps my

This expresses the mere fact, so far as I can read my inner self, though perhaps my own industry in life

, on the lines of author mainly, may not seem to corroborate my statement."

that he wants to use the photos for his "forthcoming little (2d) annex," which would become Good-Bye My

Jany 9. 1891 My dear Walt Wish you a Happy New Year, and take it in your new tomes and the "Old Gray

By the way in my file of the Sat.

I am living permanently here (that is to say in the old Phalanx near Redbank) and my brother is with

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm

All most welcome—My arm gets on well, am beginning to sleep pretty well again without any sedative Am

letter to Whitman's disciple and biographer Horace Traubel: "I had a fall last evening and dislocated my

54 Manchester Road Bolton England Jan 13 th 1891 My dear old friend, I was greatly pleased at receiving

My best thanks to you, too, for your kind offer to "send, or notify" me of, any thing you may write I

a personal affection for you which is almost filial in its intensity & of the gratitude with which my

God bless & keep you now & always, my life's Blessing, my Soul's Guide, Philosopher, Friend & Comrade

By last mail I received a kind letter from Mr s O'Connor acknowledging the receipt of the copy of my

Houghton, Mifflin, 1891), for which Whitman wrote the Preface (which he later included in Good-Bye My

delighted to offer you $10 not so much as compensation for the service rendered—as an expression of my

Not having heard from you in any way I fear lest my letter may have gone astray. My friend Col.

If needful I could I think get a note of introduction to you from my friend John Burroughs — With great

Camden 11 am Tuesday My friend J. M. S. (for so I would have it) Yours just rec'd.

My impression is that tho' putting (for most part) a good face on things W. is really in a pretty bad

Pallid Wreath" was published in the Critic on January 10, 1891; the poem was also reprinted in Good-Bye My

Camden Evn'g: Jan: 15 '91 Feeling fairly after two very bad days & nights—ate my supper with relish—many

Jany. 16th 1891 My dear Mr Whitman, Will you accept this accompanying package as a sort of kindling wood

I spoke of my last letter to you, & said that if I had had a spare copy of his photo: I would have sent

Supt. and my judgement and conscienece still tell me (as they told me all along) that my action has been

We are all well—my arm (shoulder) no longer gives me any pain or much annoyance.

letter to Whitman's disciple and biographer Horace Traubel: "I had a fall last evening and dislocated my

been out now for three weeks—am writing—wish I c'd send you some nice doughnuts Mrs: D made yesterday—my

neice still in Saint Louis—my two sisters both bad health—Best Love to Harry and to Ed —Geo: must keep

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

My Dear Old Friend, The American mail this morning brought me three most welcome letters—one from Herbert

He also says:—"I have sent my warmest love to W.W. by Wallace. Do you also remember me.

J.W.W. & F.W. intended going for a delightful walk in Rivington & much do I regret that my professional

duties have prevented my accompanying them.

Have had a markedly bad week days & nights but am weathering-it-on (as my phrase is)—smally but palpably

f'm them—expect printed slips of NA Rev: & Lip: pieces & sh'l send you copies if I get them—Enclosed my

I am sitting here same (a little shawl extra around my back neck & right shoulder ag't draft) comfortable

On December 17, Whitman sent four poems: "Old Chants," "Grand is the Seen," "Death dogs my steps," and

My mind is fallow now, but I suppose it is for the best.

I hardly know my old self as seen in my old Index articles. However, Sursum! Resurgam! Forward!

Accept my sincere best thanks.

I notice you are about to issue a new Book—so some of my Literary Papers here say.

& bladder matters—am sitting here in big chair as usual—Mrs: D over at Phila—Warry down stairs—made my

and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

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

My greatest comfort is that from Horace's accounts you seem and look well and that being the case however

Pallid Wreath" was published in the Critic on January 10, 1891; the poem was also reprinted in Good-Bye My

My dear Walt Whitman, Thank you for the copy of " Once a Week " you sent me & which I received on the

I have long been deeply interested in his books, & it used to be one of my main desires to give them

Pardon my writing to you thus.

Whitman, late in life, said to Horace Traubel: "[I] take my Ruskin with some qualifications."

Give my best respects & love to New York friends —& to all inquirers—am having a rather hard winter—head

Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was his last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short

Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy" in Leaves of Grass (1891–1892

For more information see, Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman

Phila —Horace T goes to N Y this afternoon—returning Monday— —Scribner's has rejected & return'd to me my

I know you hate the idea of the use of a catheter but, my dear Walt, you will have to come to it and

criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my

copy of J A Symonds' good letter —thanks for all & to W. for delineation of Fred Wild —& to him & all, my

copies of Ingersoll's little book, one to you, one to J W W —Fine sunny weather—Am sitting here in my