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Kennedy Stopped in at Press to see Talcott Williams. He and wife will come.

Walt Whitman (1887) it is the best of the heads, so far, if I know anything about my looks—which William

William used to say: 'Give me a fool picture of yourself and you're sure to like it.'

Frank Williams said to me yesterday that he supposed Stedman was still "disgruntled."

And he went on further: "I have been dipping into the Stedman books today again—reading Channing—William

Henry Channing"—I interrupted—"You mean William Ellery, don't you?"

Asked me if I had given my father Black and White? "I thought it a strong array of pictures.

Hand very white. He lay left. The early light—no sun—shining into his face from the north.

I said: "William says he'd like to write these days, but can't.

Again: "William thinks he cannot write: that settles the question for William: it is not a physiological—no

But he thought I should write oftener to William.

William, of Stratford—that it closes so much of truth out.

William of what?" and after I explained, laughed and said: "I see!

Fairchild's; Aldrich's; one marked "from Nellie and William O'Connor"; and several other sprays, from

Williams solemn, serious—Chambers merry, fine, full of life.

s friends, Talcott Williams and Morris among them. The flowers, wreaths along.

Williams, F. H.

Williams, Brinton, Ingram and daughter, Bonsall, Donaldson, Joseph Fels and wife, H. H.

.: "William puts it all down to overwork in the department." But W. protested.

what can never be again: I face the dreadful fact that the fire in this wonderful man—our darling William—is

O'Connor sends me a picture of William.

Continues the deathly whiteness.

Ingersoll said to W. once, "I don't like death—it is so white—so still!"

Gave W. a message from Talcott Williams.

Williams had said that he expected to be in Algiers by this time.

I gave Williams a Sarrazin sheet. He said he might use some of it in the Press.

"It came yesterday or day before: it's from Williams: he wrote it that day he was here with Morris: he

Said W.: "I have been very glad to hear of that: I had not known of it before: glad for William's sake

Clifford gone to work for Lippincott's, Harry Walsh gone West, William Walsh reported to have left the

Commented on Black and White, which I picked up from the floor.

Hands out on cover and very white.

William has recovered his mental balance, and is once more rational; as he says, the "hallucinations"

W. said: "Every hour of every day William dwells with me here."

I said: "William was hungry for details of your life here."

poor William!" he cried. Then: "I send him a little word almost every day."

I said: "William says you have never taken proper care of yourself."

We made arrangements at the Club for Clifford, Williams, Morris, Harned and I to meet Brinton at his

Shakespeare controversy, "I am not satisfied that we know all that is to be known, or ever will know—though William

I long ago confessed that what had much weight with me was the fact that such a man as William—so cute

W. sent interested queries after some of the men—asked about Foley, Cook, Major Williams.

—yet not loth to consider it possible himself, I am sure.I received today this note from Talcott Williams

see Walt Whitman before I can get over will you see what you can do about thisYours trulyTalcott Williams

Press again W. said: "Smith is the sort of man I find it hard to include even in my philosophy, but Williams

for what purpose.I was sorry not to be able to grasp your hand on your birthday.Yours very truly,William

Imagine William trying to hold back his epistolary current while he made a tally of it!

But William?—never! never!"

Unpinned a sheet proving to be the page extract I had written from the note about Tennyson that Frank Williams

The modern soldier—the soldier of our armies—the soldiers of Sherman, our William Sherman—contrast, take-off

William is in the best sense an orator—is eminently passionate, pictorial, electric.

Williams is also a book man—profoundly so—the most bookish of all my friends, I believe (to use the word

This letter he handed to me with the remark: "It is one of the most splendid of all William's splendid

Then: "William could not do even the comparatively innocent things without the air, the authority, of

I said to W.: "I suppose William is right about Emerson.

Here was a sheet, too (William L.

remember in Washington, when I was in the Treasury Department—and some great dinner was preparing at the White

"Did I tell you," he asked, "that William's book is to be printed?

He had heard Talcott Williams was out of tune.

Frank Williams has been sick since Saturday but expects to be down to business again tomorrow.

Dear, dear Nellie—dear William!" H.L.T.: "You seem to enjoy something like peace just now."

Furness (William Henry) spoke at Unity Church Sunday.

s own skepticism had "preceded Donnelly's book"—even preceded his O'Connor experiences—"though William

W. said: "William speaks of Winter as Littlebillwinter—all one word: I often think of Ben Jonson as Littlebenjonson—all

I said to him, "I am glad to hear from Williams that you saw Bucke's picture over there and were attracted

She said she was fagged out—was too tired to enter into particulars: William a week or ten days ago took

Later in afternoon I saw Williams again and he gave me some account of the visit.

Stedman was for going right up but Williams instructed Mrs.

I shook my head—Williams exposing me—I arguing, "I don't see the bitterness of it."

"I consider him a dying man," and Williams himself said he was "shocked" to see him so changed.

But Williams agreed with me rather than with Stedman.

I met Talcott Williams at Club last night.

"It was sent me by this man"—pointing to the author's name, William B.

I explained that it was the opinion of Morris and Frank Williams that W. should not embrace the tender—that

W. said: "William may not be optimistic but he is courageous: he is grit itself: typically Irish in the

it is poor O'Connor who should have the nurse, not me: poor William: he deserves it, I do not."

Harper's Weekly—will leave it overnight—and he said, "I will give you something in exchange—Black and White

William: maybe it's something that belongs in your treasure box: you have too much stuff, nonsense, in

that box, but nothing of William's comes within such a category.

good points in it, which I took in.I am in great mourning that I can't get my reply to Richard Grant White

letter down on my knee and looked at him: "Well—that is a fusillade, a volley, a charge on the run—William

at his vehementest: a nugget too: God knows what not: when he goes on in that mood William is simply

Yes, I knew Don—Sir William Don: he was a tall, slim fellow—with an irresistible comic power.

W. slept—looked pretty fairly, with a good flush on his cheeks—hand out on cover, white and thin.

There is no change in William: he remains just as he was."

"I sit here doing things, reading, seeing the sky, dawdling along, always with my mind fixed on William

You have touched upon the subject nearest & dearest to my heart.This idea of having William's descriptions

will sell too, tremendously, if the right house does the publishing & manages it properly.I told William

put you in possession of the things you will need to know, & a few choice people who worked with William

the best New Year's present that I could have had, as this business of getting these matters of William's

the descriptions, surpass any thing that he ever did, & as someone said, no one but Victor Hugo, or William

Walsh—(brother of William, of Lippincott's). Doctors examined W.'

Among other greetings, today one from William Winter as follows: "Kindness, sympathy, hope and every

William Winter." Unlike Stoddard, he seems, today, to hold old enmities at bay.

W. looked greater than himself—if that could be—for the new white shirt, now much undone for disrobing

First joints of fingers dark underneath and milky white on top.

And Frank Williams will read, at once and easily comprehending the situation and acquiescing with noble

Late in afternoon in to see Frank Williams, then to look up Murray, at Eakins', for taking cast, in case

I telegraphed to Morris, Frank Williams and others: "Holds his own."

"Well—I won't say that—though William's letters are always important: but there 'sthere's something in

O'C.W. said: "That 'sThat's one of William's most interesting epistles: oh! those days!

I said: "William From a Photograph by Rockwood & Co.

William talks about Grant turning back. When did he ever turn back?

Then exclaimed: "O William! William! If only our former days and nights could be renewed!

Had he heard from Talcott Williams? "No—not a word—but I am not worried.