Search Results

but must send it sure before long—he has made & sent me a fragmentary trans: of part that I have had my

is Edw'd Carpenter's, as you will see —( Nov: B is more likely to be read and take than any other of my

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

volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My

M Nothing special to-day—weather fine, sunny—no doctor visiting—note f'm Century (Gilder) accepting my

met at the binder's, & I am to have as designed by them a specimen of the good cover, &c. ready for my

whack at it several times)— Sunday Jan: 13 Another fine sunny day—just right—Continue well considering—my

wolf skin spread on the back of it & the woolen foot-cloth in front on the floor, with a lap-spread on my

Whitman's poem "My 71st Year" was published in Century Illustrated Magazine in November 1889.

me—raw, wet, cloudy weather here—H Gilchrist came this forenoon to inquire, but did not come up to my

kitchen girl, giving out some bread & meat to the tramp at the gate the other day)—The strength of my

I don't see much prospect of my book on you seeing the light soon" (Feinberg; Horace Traubel, With Walt

three fourths of the rest of the trilogy ditto—it is fished out of one of Dante's hells, considering my

Independent for Nov: with notice of L of G, wh' I mail you—send me the synopsis when you have an opportunity—my

Dec: 3 '88 This is the title-page of a small ed'n of Nov: B . in Scotland I tho't might amuse you —My

concise examination—It has resulted the last four nights in quite no sleep, wh' is a pretty bad factor in my

big chair by the fire, the stove—it is sharp & cold, bright & sunny—Ed Wilkins (my young Kanuck, my

nurse & helper, Dr B. sent) has just come in to tell me the result of an errand—& so monotonously my

thread winds on— My friends Mr & Mrs: Harned have a new: born son —every thing working well—poor Dave

serene as ever & getting on comfortably—had a present of some plump sweet partridges —& half one for my

American sent last night—I believe the books, printing &c. are going to eventuate satisfactorily from my

point of view & plans—no cyclone of success—but no special mishap—wh' is a great victory considering my

annoyance & sometimes severe continued pain—Last night was kind of half and half—had some sleep—have had my

It was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

time—worse the afternoon & evn'g—or the reverse—But I feel better of the bladder trouble, wh' has been my

spasms, &c have mainly stopt & I am feeling decidedly easier, freer—rose ab't 1½ hours ago—have had my

you might suppose—To have the trilogy definitively done is a very great relief, for I had quite set my

worst is this inveterate horrible costiveness—then the water works give me great annoyance & trouble—my

strength, equilibrium, power to stand up of my own volition & mastery are quite gone—Ed is very good—I

strong & clear—I am going to stretch out on the bed (rest, tide over , lay fallow , & such—are probably my

action pretty moderate—rather less irritation & smartness &c than previous days— I am sitting now in my

hour or so—Sitting here now alone—quiet & cold & near sunset—wind shakes the window sashes—here comes my

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

good spirits— will see what to-morrow brings forth— Oct: 28 —It is near noon—Yrs of 26th rec'd —Give my

papers in the "yesterdays" than I said—they are both good tho' )— I enclose a "Viking Age" notice —my

with me here, but I guess every thing going with me me fairly considering —Am sitting here alone in my

den by the oak-wood fire alone as usual—my sailor boy is off to the dentist, for a long bad job with

Whitman I think it must have been my guardian angel that gave thee the "impalpable nudge" to write to

I am worse & not better, & now I have to go off for I don't know how long to the Pyrennees, leaving my

My road has seemed so shut up—I am laid aside in the midst of all the work I care for—fit for nothing—and

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

— Tuesday 29th —began sunshine but soon clouded and rain-looking—a rare egg, Graham bread & tea for my

attending—Unpleasant this ab't Mary Costelloe's ailing health & strength —I think quite a good deal ab't it—My

My dear friend, Thank you—thank you!

From the condition of my heart death is a daily probability to my conciousness consciousness & I face

all my responsibilities in the sense that it may be for me the last time.

The invective continued on November 18: "He is the worst nuisance & worriment of my illness —Keeps me

18 toward noon '89 Feeling middling—am scribbling a little—I believe the ensuing Century is to print my

little poemet "My 71st Year" —& I think of sending off a piece to Harper's—sent it off Friday evn'g—w'd

weather, now the third day—A young rather green fellow, Charles Sterrit, came over here as candidate for my

the kind—bowel action this forenoon—pretty fair I guess these late & current days—am sitting here in my

Whitman's poem "My 71st Year" was published in Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine in November 1889.

becoming Whitman's housekeeper, Mary Davis had worked for Henry Whireman Fritzinger, a former sea captain

Whitman found the visitor interesting but too effusive: "My main objection to him, if objection at all

interesting collection—a concentering of praise & eulogy rather too single & unanimous & honeyed for my

esthetic sense—(for tho' it has not got around, that same esthetic is one of my main governments, I

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

—feeling so-so—Ed has gone over to my friend Tom Donaldson's —D seems to take a fancy for Ed & he reciprocates

—I am sitting here in the den in my big chair—Ed is leaving here soon Londonward—is there any special

drumming trip to New York and Boston—y'rs rec'd last evn'g —mutton & rice broth, Graham toast & tea for my

makes a neat looking little oblong booklet—what it may am't to we will see— The most uncanny item of my

Canada (London I believe) for the purpose of finishing his veterinary studies— I am ab't as usual (my

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

volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My

afternoon—but we have had a dark cold storm two days—I keep on ab't same as usual—in-doors these times—my

other market perhaps—(if not, shall print in a little another Annex —for I contemplate such)—have had my

mid-day massage—am sitting here at the table in my den—good oak fire— Walt Whitman Whitman wrote this

This "Annex" would become Good-bye My Fancy (1891).

, en route for Wash'n—Shall try to get out in wheel chair a little to-day—nothing very different in my

jaunt—went to the bank—went down to the river side—sun, river & sky fine—sat 15 minutes in the Nov. sun—find my

head & bodily strength pretty low yet (no improvement)—I like my sailor boy nurse —I cannot move without

his help—my grub to-day rice-and-mutton broth, bread, and stew'd prunes—appetite fair—feeling pretty

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

recall'd by O'C— I am sitting here as usual (the same old story)—have a good oak-wood fire—am ab't to have my

of last hours of O'C, and then the funeral—& many things—but especially the evidence & presence of my

temperature—ab't as usual with me—bowel action this mn'g—stew'd oysters, Graham bread, apple sauce & coffee for my

this season hereabout—you must have a splendid show of them—the yellow (canary) & white in a bunch are my

with a friend in Phila—I am sitting here as usual—no letter mail yesterday & this forenoon, (except my

pretty dull with me these days—yet I think I keep fair spirits (a blessed hereditament probably fr'm my

stupid as can be here—Capital massages tho' rough & rasping as I can stand like the ones ordered by my

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

Camden Nov: 21 '89 Cloudy now the third day—Nothing very new—my little poemet (welcoming Brazil republic

last four days—rest &c: last night satisfactory—rare fried eggs, Graham bread, stew'd prunes & tea for my

Fritzinger, has just been up to see me—I like the two fellows, & they do me good (his brother Warren is my

I send another piece ab't Dr Sequard —it is just past noon & I am ab't having my currying.

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

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

here several days, & now—So-so with me—nothing I suppose very bad, but bad enough—am sitting here in my

I have abt 10 minutes a day to my self!

Wilson has my MS now. Am going to take a vacation in a month.

Do drop me a line dear & revered papa, & relieve my anxiety abt you. W. S. Kennedy.

Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Thursday, September 12, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My

Camden Oct 8 '89 Y'rs of 6th rec'd —Did you get the Harper's Weekly Sept. 28 with my little "Bravo, Paris

am sitting here as usual in the big chair—suppose you get the Harper's Weekly I sent yesterday with my

Oct: 22 '89 Fine sunny weather continued—Warren Fritzinger , one of Mrs D's sailor boys, is acting as my

Y'rs rec'd—Suppose Ed is there all right by this time —Shall I send you my N Y Critic after rec'd?

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

middling)—I have been sitting here, trying to interest myself in the mn'g papers—have three of them—& my

if there give him my love.

horse brush) & will give me another ab't 9 1/2—they are very acceptable to me—sting a little & make 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

— Harpers Monthly man rejects my poem —says it is too much an improvasition —An Englishman (in an eulogism

Whitman enclosed a reprint of "My 71st Year" with corrections (Feinberg).

send you by him a parcel of portraits—tell me if they reach you in good order —Am feeling in one of my

honey for breakfast—bowel action—Herbert G[ilchrist] here last evn'g rec'd from (& sent back) proof of my

1/2 past 2 —still dark & raining—had a good pummeling an hour ago—& shall have another at 9 evening—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

nap of say four hours f'm 12 to 4 nearly every night)—an egg (fried very rare) with Graham br'd for my

Yesterday & to-day I am perceptibly better—Cooler & signs of September—Still adhere to my 2d story room

moment—I have somewhere a printed slip of "Old Age's Lambent Peaks" & will yet send it—but I cannot lay my

hand on it this moment—a cloudy rather pleasant day, almost cool—quiet—I reiterate the offer of my mare

well to-day—weather heavy, damp, cloudy to-day—have been feasting on strawberries (a big basket f'm my

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

ab't enough for some bills needing payment —O now I feel relieved— Nothing particularly different in my

November Boughs (1888) and Complete Poems & Prose: "I shall look upon them as the crown and summit of all my

little "Old Age's Lambent Peaks" appears in the just out Century —Maurice, I should like you to have my

L C Moulton is coming here this afternoon —I am reading Boswell's Johnson —My Elias Hicks plaster bust

dark wet day—raining hard outside as I sit here by the window—am feeling pretty well—have just had my

unawares—invites to swell dinners (or societies &c) invariably declined—Am idle & monotonous enough in my

weeks & life here—but upon the whole am mighty thankful it is no worse—my buying this shanty & settling

D[avis] to cook for me, might have been bettered by my disposing some other way —but I am satisfied it

Camden 9 P M March 19 '88 I was out yesterday to my friends the Harneds , & took a 3 or 4 mile drive

I am still confined to the room & chair—eat & drink moderately—my meals mostly mutton-broth with bits

badly off—worse—& I am much worried ab't him—he is laid up, mainly bed fast, in his house—very bad, at my

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

Graham bread toasted, & a cup of chocolate—ate pretty well (this & yesterday are favorable days)—In my

eating neither at all ascetic nor sumptuous—pass two hours to-day putting my autograph to the poetic

Camden 1889 Saturday early P M June 1 — Well here I am, feeling fairly, commencing my 71st year.

turning (which were fortunately wide & easy) to the big banquet hall & big crowd, where I was roll'd to my

speeches from) outsiders—The compliments & eulogies to me were excessive & without break —But I fill'd my

Camden Aug: 14 '88 Sunny & cool to-day—nothing new in my case—bowel action—my lines on Sheridan's burial

were printed in Herald Aug: 12—(I am beginning to keep my bits & contributions, poetic spurts &c. again

out still undecided—not before than October anyhow—I still have the design of making a 900 page Vol. my

1888] I am about the same—Strangely somehow I don't get any more power in my body or legs—I feel pretty

as before—I have not left the room up stairs yet (now nine weeks)—the Doctor thinks it not best yet— My

all, & thought it best to hurry it done right off—But at present I am much as of late years, except my

few lines from Jeff (in St Louis)—I am now sitting in the big chair—Spend most of the day here—had my

.— Delightful day—am sitting here ab't as usual—had my breakfast ab't 9—(get my dinner ab't 4 or ½ past

send proof pages 119 to 127—part of "Elias Hicks" —In a few days shall send 118 & all the rest—I send my