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Camden March 10 Evn'g I am getting better—slowly but decidedly—my young friend died yesterday at noon

passed, & that I shall be better in a day or two—I feel so today already—& soon about as usual— No my

I wish dear Alys would take This side the earliest convenient opportunity to give my excuses & love to

very lonesome here—If I had not been born with a happy-tending natural disposition (I inherit it from my

heaviness to me—As it is, the ennuyeed hours have been the rare exceptions— Then about the shows of life & my

strong, with weightiest animality & appetites, or I should go off in a balloon—Well luckily for you my

Emersons are your own—except that I should like one of the medallions to go to Mary & her husband with my

hot spell here —It is clouded over a little to day—, —some relief—I have no news to write you ab't my

Camden NJ US America April 22 '89 Y'r welcome letter has come & Mary's word—my best love to all, not

henceforth not the least among the objects of our interest— —Showery here to-day—I tho't of getting out with my

is welcomed—Nothing specially new with me—I have stood the hot weather pretty well & have just eaten my

—I am here coop:d up just as closely & helpless as ever—don't get my health or strength an atom more—Sit

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

good oak fire—Am still imprison'd in the sick room—Keep up spirits pretty fair, but weak as ever in my

friends from seeing me)—& for a month or so I was in a horrible plight—a nuisance to myself & all—but my

here in the room—Mrs Davis has just been in & wishes to send her love to you, & says come up & see us—my

is well, & seems to be well off & satisfied—young Harry Bonsall died there three or four weeks ago—my

sisters at Greenport L I and Burlington Vermont are ab't as usual—my brother & sister Lou are well at

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

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

D and Ed Wilkins (my nurse) are good & so far I get along fairly with appetite, grub & sleep wh' of course

hear from him often—I had a letter from Ruth enclosed, (tho' I suppose she has written to you)—I send my

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

Herbert was here last evn'g very good visit—Hot weather here—Am pretty ill—one of my worst spells—now

a week—half the time stretch'd out on the bed—half the time in my big chair as now—Love to you all—glad

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

All goes much the same in my affairs—Write me soon & tell me how George gets along—Love to you all God

day—feels Spring—but I am suffering from the grip —it has caught me at last—am sitting here alone in my

how—it is pretty heavy here crippled here this way, week after week)—write a little—expect to speak my

Camden June 19 1890 My dear friend & all It is a wonderful fine day, cool enough & I am feeling fairly—every

was glad to see him—he looks well—I hear from Dr Bucke f'm Canada, & f'm Edw'd Carpenter —he is well—my

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

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

usual—havn't been anywhere (though several invitations)—I keep good spirits, but grow clumsier & clumsier, & my

Cloudy & rain & dark weather to-day & looks like snow out—has been a rather gloomy week past with me—my

Ingersoll's lect: is being printed in a small book in N Y, & I will send you one—sell my books to purchasers

stronger—write soon & tell me ab't him, & w'd like to send him something for Christmas present—And my

enough for me to have him with me every day—I am getting more helpless than ever in legs and ankles—only 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

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

Camden Sunday Evn'g Aug: 12 '88 Nothing very new or different—I am still in my sick room—Sit up most

Camden Saturday Afternoon July 21 '88 Rather easier to-day—am writing a little & at my proofs (the little

new book "Nov: Boughs" )—have just rec'd three letters, one from my English friend Ernest Rhys, friend

Camden Wednesday Evn'g: Aug: 22 '88 Still keeping in my sick room.

My brother Eddy that was at Moorestown is now at Blackwoodtown. Is well.

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

letter came in the noon mail & I will write a few lines—Glad to hear little Susie is well & send her my

bring the chicken for me—it will be acceptable—Herbert was here this forenoon but did not come up to my

(painting most likely) on the carpet—at any rate I tho't he looks hearty & well—I am still kept in my

I almost doubt if I ever will—weakness extreme—I have sold the mare & phæton—I sold her for a song—my

and one big 900 Vol. to contain all my works—you shall have them, when ready—Harry too—I send my love

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

suppose you know all about it & have had the same—I still keep well & in good trim, thank the Lord—eat my

—Mrs G appears to be about well again— It is now 12½ Sunday—it is moderated, & the sun has come out—my

London Ontario Canada July 13 p m My dear friends all I am still laid up here quite sick —last week has

been about the same as the previous one with me—I am up & drest, but dont go out—the weather is in my

beautiful with hay & wheat—they are just now in the height of harvest for both, & I watch them from my

writing a little to order—got up late to-day—had chocolate & buckwheat cakes with quince jelly for my

Camden pm April 26 '88 If it sh'd be quite pleasant weather Sunday my present intention is to drive down

No special news in my affairs—things much the same old way—Joe has stopt by the window a few minutes.

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

young folks (young ladies) & a small army of fine children—a large, quiet library—but the best thing is my

winter—yet every thing goes on comfortably with me—I am sitting here by the window down stairs, in my

big chair, writing this—(the sun shining outside, & my little canary singing furiously in his cage in

Susan I enclose a letter Herbert sent me some months ago—nothing particular—Ed I still wish to sell my

On this date Whitman recorded the following in his Commonplace Book: "To day I begin my 69th year—almost

but I expected to come down myself, or send word—but one thing or another delays the publication of my

coming week—I will bring you one when I come down—there is lots in about the pond & the old lane &c. and my

dark equinoctial storm—but I just wish I was down there this minute—a day there in the woods— —Where my

dictionaries &c. you can think of, & everything else— —Nothing very new with me—I still keep well—eat my

magazines—the more necessary now as quite a set-back & very bad piece of luck has happened to me in my

one's mind that no words or writing can describe—I wish Jo and Debby to see this letter—& I send them my

back here again by nine o'clock, in time to finish the piece I have under way—Tell Mrs Rogers I send my

pleasure the nice visit & dinner in Linden Street—I have not forgotten Jane either — Susan you speak of my

It was conducted by a gentleman and his niece, free—I tell you it opened my eyes to many new things—makes

stay here perhaps the ensuing week—The family, (& a fine one they are) are at Newport for the summer—my

combination of character from any you ever saw—& one I am sure you would like—And then the father himself, my

am only middling well—seem to be getting clumsier than ever, more loguey —rheumatic & other ailments—My

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

January 6 '86 My dear friend I am sitting here in my little front room down stairs writing this—a good

Camden Friday afternoon May 6 My dear friend I am sorry to hear of your feeling so unwell, & have thought

while I was there)—I had a lively time in Boston—Susan I wish you could have been there the evening of my

such a collection of people as would have suited you, & been a study—different from any I ever saw in my

them from the usual crowd—about 300—(I will tell you more when I see you)— As I write this part of my

supper, & here I am in perfect quiet up in my room, finishing my letter—Susan my dear friend I hope

March 6 Dear friend The days go along with me pretty much after the old sort, though I dont don't get my

did in the fall & early winter—I busy myself writing some & reading a little—am doing quite well with my

books, & have been all winter—when the weather permits I try to get out, but my strength soon fails

think of coming down next Friday to stay two or three days at any rate—a friend of mine here about my

a long letter from her last week—Susan I am afraid this is not a very lively letter—I have just had my

431 Stevens Street Camden Sunday afternoon Jan: 16 My dear friends You havn't haven't sent for the two

I was out once or twice sleighing—my brother took me—his mare Nelly is in fine condition—pretty lively—makes

things fly sometimes I have been in all day reading & writing—I have put up two sets of my books, to

farmer—well if he is satisfied, it is about as good as anything, I don't know but better— There comes my

call to dinner, & I shall go for it without delay & finish my helter-skelter letter afterwards.

Camden Feb: 22 Evening My dear friend I still keep around & have been over to Philadelphia this afternoon

morning May 3 '87 Dear friend I got home all right Sunday afternoon—had a nice enjoyable ride—enjoyed my

visit anyhow—Yesterday I felt pretty dry, up in my room, & made a glass of drink, water, sugar & vinegar—from

that bottle you gave me—such as I remember my dear mother making sixty years ago, for my father, of

a hot day, when I was a little boy—& my drink went well too—Nothing new of any importance with me—Send

have just written him a few lines—told him ab't Harry —Warm & sunny to-day & I am sitting here with my

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

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

living near a railroad— —I am well as usual— WW London Ont Ontario Canada, Nov November 28– 83 1883 My

I am up in my little room writing this while my patients are sadly pacing up and down the hall.

Have 42 men in my charge. Will have to close for the present so good-bye.

(1884) 328 Mickle street Camden Monday 3 pm Nov 10 Thanks my dear friend for the nice chicken—I have

just had a part of it for my dinner—& the honey in the comb just like that is something I like—I had

request of a fine jolly young Englishman who is visiting there for a few days, & told me much about my

considerably better, more able to get around since the cool weather has set in—had rather a bad summer—my

O'C's condition & every thing relating to him —(a good strong man nurse he evidently needs at once—my

Of course I make no response— Things nearly the same—not one even of my tolerable days—my head is uncomfortable

substantial volume—not that I am overwhelmed or even entirely satisfied by it, but as I had not put my

Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain

My Captain!" For further information on Whitman's views of Lowell, see William A.

matter with me now—I fear he is having a bad time—& think of him much—Nothing very different or new in my

affairs—my "cold in the head" still hangs on—some twinge of bladder trouble, but nothing serious—upon

Wednesday 20th —Sunny & cool & fine to-day—My brother Jeff from St Louis (topographical engineer) here

—(as he grows older, we look curiously alike—you would know he was my brother)—he is not well, stomach

the tel[egram] that you w'd not start till next Monday—bowel action this mn'g—am sitting as usual by my

Toward sunset Had a good thorough bath this afternoon, hot water—my "cold" has not altogether withdrawn—I

day—I almost envy your having such lots to do, responsibilities & strong & well & energetic to do 'em—My

lassitude is one of the worst points in my condition—but whether Sidney Morse's man's answer (when reproach'd

probably say)—Well I will adjust myself for dinner, & hope you & Mrs B & all are having good times—& send my

Quite a steady snow to-day, half melting after it falls—I have written to Kennedy —nothing to-day (to my

the youngsters out with skates & sleds— Am thinking much of O'C —I enclose Symonds's letter —So far my

Your "November Boughs" has been my companion during the last week.

I shall try to obtain it through my London bookseller.

Each time I have attempted to do so, I have quailed before my own inadequacy to grapple with the theme

sweeping yet —I send it to you—I am alone—stir up the fire & put in some wood—as it grows colder—have my

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

Camden Jan: 22 '89 Still keep up & read & write ab't the same—but remain cribb'd in my room.

send the card of Mrs: O'C[onnor], just rec'd —gloomy prospect enough—Nothing new with me—have just had my

have—shall send you some more as I shall have some more in a day or two—(S[arrazin] takes 'em all down in my

snow—I write a few words to O'C every other day or so nothing further rec'd f'm there— Evn'g : have had my

of the best pictures ever made—Mr & Mrs: Harned paid me a nice visit this mn'g—(the madame is one of my

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

Jan. 3 but expect some—(or perhaps one will be sent you f'm Boston—If no other way, I shall send you my

weather-scene has changed completely—not cold, but dark & rainy & glum—Ed has been down to the bank to deposit my

almost every respect, chair, bed, &c &c—they say I have not fallen away in flesh (ab't face &c) since my

sick spell—my best strength is in my right arm, hand & side—I can get out of bed quite well now wh'

substantial volume—not that I am overwhelmed or even entirely satisfied by it, but as I had not put my