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things & times—this beautiful day among the rest—(now toward sundown, & I am writing this alone up in my

Camden N J New Jersey Dec December 13—76 '76 Thanks, my dear friend, for your cheery letter, & for your

come on & stay at your house for about a week, if perfectly convenient, & if you have plenty of room—My

(adopted) son, a young man of 18, is with me now, sees to me, & occasionally transacts my business affairs

, & I feel somewhat at sea without him—Could I bring him with me, to share my room, & your hospitality

to time —most of them go to the British Islands— —I see Mr Loag occasionally— Loving regards to you, my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in this letter), but the relationship

Camden Dec December 19/1875 1876 My dear Johnston, Yours of yesterday rec'd.

My nephew & I when traveling always share the same room together & the same bed, & would like best to

I want to bring on a lot of my books, new edition, & sell them, so I can raise a little money (—& that

is what my young man is for.)

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

Camden Jan: 26 '82 My dear friend Yours just rec'd received & indeed welcomed —A wretchedly dull forenoon

difficult to get about here, even small distances—Otherwise I should have been on to see Alma and you—for my

wishes have been with you both—My general health however is very fair.

& comfortable enough, but horribly crippled & banged up—Spirit moved me to write you a line & send my

rec'd—Major Pond has sent me $250—I came thro' Friday Evn'g in good order & am now here—Chewing on my

Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during

from O'Connor —when I do I will tell you—I write or send papers or something every day —Have just had my

thing take its course—I do not expect the bill to pass—I am ab't as usual—a bodily wreck—did you get "My

fill'd with gratitude & pleasure at the prospect of having a country or perhaps sea shore shanty of my

shape like "Fancies at Navesink"—that ("November Boughs") is the name, by the by, I think of giving my

summer cottage fund —(dear Boyle, if you see him say I sent my best love & thanks)—I wish you fellows

be put of course to that definite single purpose, & there I shall probably mainly live the rest of my

tainted here, five or six months in the year, at best —As I write Herbert Gilchrist is here sketching in my

oil painting—I hear from Dr Bucke often—nothing now of late from O'Connor , who is still in So: Cal—My

22 '87 Have come over here on a few days' visit to R P Smith on Arch street—Enjoy all—Have just had my

dinner—Mr S is one of my kindest friends.

Rhys writes me that the Walter Scott, Eng[lish] pub's, will bring out my "Spec: Days" in one vol. & "

328 Mickle Street Camden N J April 19 '87 Am here in my little old shanty again, & every thing ab't as

usual —Stood it very well in N Y —it was a good break f'm my monotonous days here, but if I had stayed

latest from our dear friend O'Connor not knowing whether you will get word directly —I am having one of my

bad spells, but it will probably pass over—I have had my breakfast, (two or three stewed oysters & a

piece of toast)—am sitting here in the little front room down stairs—the sun is shining & my bird singing—I

Camden May 6th 1887 Major Pond has written to me fixing dates for my proposed Boston (including I believe

Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during

Saturday 3 P M Showery & coolish here the last two days—I am now sitting here by the open window—have had my

stroke two weeks ago—makes me weak since (legs and bones like gelatine)—but I guess I am recuperating—My

Phila: publisher McKay was just over here to pay me the income on the last six months' sales of my two

who observed fervidly in August: "Your confidential item ab't royalties also makes me glad & wrings my

He enclosed $5, which, he declared, "is a pure business debt. $5000. represents my soul indebtedness

Camden New Jersey April 17—noon— I have rec'd the Indexes— thanks—I send you a paper—I read my Death

After the lecture Whitman read "O Captain! My Captain!"

Thanks—I am getting along, but lack any thing like strength or alertness—No probability of my visiting

Boston—pleasant weather as I write seated here & my little canary bird singing away like mad.

quite a while—I fear he is, medically, in a bad way—I am sailing along ab't as usual—have just had my

light dinner—Cool & raw weather here—my canary is singing blithely, as I write— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman

the stew gravy)—Every thing from you rec'd & welcomed—dull weather, the ground covered with snow—(but my

I am not at all afraid of my handwriting appearing on the printer's copy— Walt Whitman to William Sloane

Whitman is referring to his article "My Book and I," which was published in Lippincott's (January 1887

Camden Friday Evn'g Oct: 19 '88 It is dark & I have had my dinner & am sitting by the fire & gas light—anchor'd

& tied in my old big democratic chair & room, the same as all summer, now in the fall & soon the long

winter & (if I live) probably through all—I have been occupied most of the afternoon writing my autographs—there

are to be 600 for the Edition of my complete writings—it will be ab't 900 pages, & include all —a last

I wait with anxiety—I told you ab't my dear friend John Burroughs being here—he is now back at West Park

have written an acc't to Dr B[ucke] wh' he will send you—I sh'd not wish any such item as that ab't my

alleged opinion of Stedman to be printed — I have no such opinion—My feeling toward S is one of good

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Sept: 14 '87 I am ab't as usual—have just had my dinner, a slice

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

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises . . . to sell my photo, with autograph.

—not intended to be polished off—left purposely a little in the rough— I suppose you rec'd my cards—You

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises...to sell my photo, with autograph.

by it badly—feel it to-day worse than yet—have had a few mouthfuls of dinner, & am sitting here in my

your letter & O'C[onnor]'s to you —H[erbert] G[ilchrist] is here painting, & Morse sculping—I enclose my

O'C[onnor] is in Wash'n, very poorly, but have not got word thence of his arrival —I am just going to my

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

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises...to sell my photo, with autograph.

Camden Nov. 29 [1887] latter p m As I write I am sitting in my big chair— cold to-day here—sunny however—Morse

I go over this afternoon at urgent request of my friend R. P.

I rec'd $600. for my N. Y. reading. Andrew Carnegie (thro' Gilder) paid $350 for his box. . . .

gain—the last three hours I am up & shall probably work back before long as I was before—Five days ago my

Camden Wednesday P M Sept: 19 '88 Still here in my sick room.

I am well as usual—hot here—am sitting here by the window as I write—ate my dinner with appetite—heard

stupid, dont want to think or talk these times—shall emerge soon, & then define what I spoke of in my

last card—Do not come on personally as that would not facilitate—My Specimen Days in America (no "Collect

My head (physical brain) & spirits good—legs & bodily strength gone .

Enclose this little billet to Mrs: Spaulding —(I have lost the address)—Ed, I feel a little easier f'm my

long grip —just ate my supper & relish'd it—was out an hour in the wheel chair this afternoon—quite

pretty well (he has sold out the grocery) —Horace Traubel comes regularly—I expect Dr Bucke ab't May 12—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

Camden June 18 1890 Fairly with me these days—Did I tell you my last piece (poem) was rejected by the

shoes if nobody will have 'em )—I shall put in order a last little 6 or 8 page annex (the second) of my

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

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

: Art essay & sent it to the Critic —so if they print it you will see, but for a good while now all my

back rejected (the Century, Harpers, the Eng: Nineteenth Century, the Cosmopolitan &c: &c: all send my

evn'g—is invaluable to me—I enclose Dr Bucke's last, just rec'd —also other things—I am sitting here in my

Whitman's "Rejoinder" was also reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (Prose Works 1892, Volume 2: Collect and

published in the magazine: "Twilight" (December 1887), "Old Age's Lamben Peaks" (September 1888), "My

improvement in health or strength either—but I keep pretty good spirits & eat & sleep fairly yet—Have my

Good bye for the present, Ed, & my remembrances & love to you, boy— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Edward

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

& welcomed—weather-fast & room-fast here—(altho' the sun is shining out to-day)—Nothing special in my

the $5 you sent—but had sent you word not to—all right now tho—it is ab't sun-down—I am waiting for my

supper—My young nurse is down stairs learning his fiddle lesson—have had my massage— Walt Whitman Walt

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

day & clear evn'g, after snow-storm &c—I have the grip at last & quite badly—am sitting here alone in my

den—nothing very new—my eyes failing—Expect to give (& wish to) my "Death of Abraham Lincoln" memorandum

best I am capable of these times (& that is poor enough)—had a fresh egg & nice biscuit & coffee for 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's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

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

I am sitting here anchor'd in my big chair all day—Write when you can— W W Walt Whitman to William Sloane

I am still imprison'd in my sick room, yet sitting up & reading & writing & (in limits) talking & being

worst no prospect of real improvement—I mean in any body or leg strength, wh' is very low indeed—but my

—and at same time a big Vol. (900 pages) comprehending all my stuff—verses & prose—bound in one—Shall

& my works' future—the backward & contemporary reference.

less evidences of gradual physical deterioration —but spirits good—appetite &c fair—& you know I begin my

70th year now in ab't two months—thank God indeed that things are as well as they are & that I & my

fortunes (literary & otherwise) are—Rainy & dark & raw here all day—I was out yesterday four hours to my

friends the Harneds —was taken & bro't back in my phæton —a lull in my Herald contributions —I send