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My Complete Works , ab't 900 pp Vol: will be put to press nearly contemporaneously with the Nov.

recover strength or personal activity or any thing of that sort, the least particle—I have not left my

don't want them back)— If any gaps of the proof pages up to 104 exist, mention it & I will remit—Keep my

room yet—am sitting now (& in four fifths time day) in the capacious ratan-seated arm chair—my condition

inclusive —there will be ab't 20 more—I am more comfortable than you may suppose Sunset Have had & enjoyed my

My opine is that our dear O'Connor is better—jaunting at present for the time an easier road on plateau

than the C itself) —Ed Stafford has just call'd with some apples & a chicken— Saturday Sunset Have had my

dinner, stew'd chicken & rice pudding—have not left my room yet, but shall get down a few minutes to-morrow

new little "November Boughs" is slowly but steadily moving—Horace Traubel is invaluable to me in it—My

head in preparing my copies or reading proof is poorly, dull, raw, no weak grip, no consecutive, no

three days—good temperature, neither hot nor cold to-day—I neither improve nor really go back—Keep my

room rigidly yet—have had today a bowel movement—& sit up most of the time—eat my meals sufficiently

will document (witnessed by ocular witnesses as this state statute requires) and the designation of my

cool and raw—bad feeling in belly and head regions, all day so far—had the preluded coca-wine, & then my

breeze—I am pretty comfortable while I sit quietly & dawdle over papers &c. as the last three hours—but my

purpose—or write— Two letters rec'd from you to day—Mrs Harned sent me a first rate broiled chicken for my

letters from friends of long ago—have just answered to an old N Y Broadway driver—also just a word to my

Camden Tuesday Early PM July 17 '88 Pleasant weather warmish but not hot—my body strength & head grip

Mitchell suggested it yesterday afternoon—I feel better I suppose as I sit here, but my head is thick

to 92 inclusive proof sheets, those are all the printers given me to date—I am still sitting up—have my

Burroughs was still depressed: "I try to keep absorbed in my farm operations.

Horace Traubel —& by the best printers I have ever yet had—The Century people have just sent me again my

October number—bowel movements continue every day or other day—I take no drugs at all—have not moved from my

them)—I enclose Ernest Rhys's letter, just rec'd —also two letters for you—I believe they still print my

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Ellen Emerson, and Sanborn: "There was a general agreement with my position."

since that ill spell—Nothing special or new with me—bitter cold just now here, but sun shining to day—My

visitors—Morse still away west—the Smiths going to London early in summer—Mrs D[avis] has just been in to see to my

coal & to say we are to have apple pudding for dinner—it is chilly here as I finish this—my little bird

this, Mr Horace Traubel, a personal friend of mine, the same as you would with me, & consider him as my

or half-bad weather here—but I go out a little in the wheel-chair —was out yesterday—have just had my

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

The enclosed is f'm Rolleston who is or has been in Germany, (seems to have a magnetic draw thither)—My

he has sent the pay for it (I told you it was rejected by Harper's Weekly)—you must have just rec'd my

any more you want)—damp & dark, & very mild here—I have had a bath, & am sitting here alone—Warren 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

also f'm Rhys —have had a good currying bout—I sometimes fancy I get the vitalest ones I ever had f'm my

visitors—no book sales—suppose you got a bundle of circulars just sent—have just rec'd the news of 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

—Am sitting here alone as usual in my den—all right I guess — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Richard Maurice

Robert Browning (1812–1889), known for his dramatic monologues, including "Porphyria's Lover" and "My

Sometimes as I read it I feel as if my whole previous life were rolling en masse through me, and as if

bad even foul move—& himself a bad & foul move—that's the deep final verdict of America's soul—had my

chair last evn'g & look'd at the full moon & clouds & brightness a long time— Am sitting here alone in my

den—one bunch of flowers on the table at my left & another on the right—& Warren my nurse downstairs

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

Camden Jan 31 '90 P M early Ab't the same as usual—a rare egg & Graham bread & prunes & coffee for my

the wolf away & the benefit of very light food-eating, wh' is decided for an old fellow— I enclose my

when printed—$10 each, one paid —So far have escaped the grip, (but I guess I have the am't of it in my

Philips and two photographers visited the poet on January 29 and "'took me' in my room—(bo't two big

Camden noon Feb: 5 '90 A rare egg & Graham br'd for my breakfast—Y'r good letter rec'd —the sun is out

eye bother, or liability—& there probably is something in that—I have mark'd defection & weakness in my

"A Death-Bouquet" became the last section of Good-Bye My Fancy, which was later reprinted in Complete

business (whatever it is) uncomfortable enough—(I have not probably the grip but I suppose I must pay my

Y'rs rec'd—then Matilda Gurd is dead —I remember her well & most favorably—my sympathies & condolences

you—Mrs: Davis has gone off for a couple of days (more or less) to see an old relative & friend a sea-captain

very ill but better now—an addition also to his family, baby boy —Alys Smith here yesterday—have had my

vulgar excitement here is the LeConey murder trial—an unusual muddle & paradox — Finish this up in my

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

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

Camden Feb: 28 '90 4PM Dark wet & warm (almost) to-day—stay in to-day—yesterday out nearly two hours in my

coffin, as I took a notion to, & was acquainted with him—Keep up the massages—am sitting here alone in my

den—lots of fog here lately—My supper is coming— March 1 early p m —weather "same subject continued"

just drink'd a mug of milk punch—dull & heavy enough here—read the papers, & read again— 1½ Have had my

A Death-Bouquet " in the Press to-day —I will send you—the big papers here in America wont publish my

it is printed in Europe— Feb 3 —P M—Still going on same—an artist been here an hour & more sketching my

"A Death-Bouquet" became the last section of Good-Bye My Fancy, which was later reprinted in Complete

with the line "Welcome, Brazilian brother—thy ample place is ready," eventually appeared in Goodbye My

Jacques Reich (1852–1923) sent "proofs of my drawings" on February 12, 1890.

under the bad influence of the grip —A London Eng: pub'r (I suppose pub'r) has sent to McKay asking my

"Ingersoll's Speech" of June 2, 1890, was written by Whitman himself and was reprinted in Good-Bye My

to-day—have just written a little poemet "Sail out for good for aye O mystic yacht of me" for outset of my

Whitman is referring to the group of thirty-one poems taken from the book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) that

For more information on Good-Bye My Fancy, as a book and an annex, see Donald Barlow Stauffer, "Good-Bye

my Fancy (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed.

lessons & practical example in massaging—they are using him very well—had strawberries & Graham bread 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

I could convey no idea to you of how it affects my soul.

I got it, looked into it with wonder, and felt that here was something that touched on depths of my humanity

Camden noon Jan: 7 '90 Close to my den the last two or three days—pretty dull every thing—alone nearly

chair (but doubtful to-day—pretty sharp cold)—have quite rousing oak fire, & great wolf skin fur on my

Logan —a day or two before the "Spectator" f'm thy father —(so I am not neglected or forgotten)—Give my

well—Logan writes—am sitting here dully enough—stupid—no exhilaration—no massage or wheel-chair to day—my

Sylvanus Baxter's Pension Proposition two years ago—Peremptorily declined by me—but for all that & against 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

prostration at every hand all around me)—had a good little letter f'm Ed Wilkins —buckwheat cakes & honey for my

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

6 '90 Still down sick—it holds on day & night—(well have they call'd it the grip )—I am sitting in 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

time, ab't the 12th or 13th)—They are thinking of a sort of dinner in Phila May 31 in compliment of my

beginning on my 72d year, but we will see.

mind-clouding was temporary—(the worst of course is the eligibility of returning & worse)—¼ to 2—I have had my

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

the woods & badly but the breathing machinery working easier to-day wh' is a good point gain'd—Pass my

This correspondence card apparently accompanied a transcription of "O Captain! My Captain!

I sit here tiding it all over—am just taking my supper—a bit of toast bread & rasperry jam & small cup

On April 27, 1890, Whitman sent Furness a copy of "O Captain! My Captain!"

had sleep of a couple of hours—A suspicion of better, very faint but palpable, this forenoon—ate all my

of past month—head ache all the forenoon—rather pleasant day, sun out most of the time—anxious abt my

Burroughs and Stedman (at Horace's request) also to Edw'd Bertz Potsdam & R P Smith London— 5 p m—have had my

any doctor in yet & probably will not—what I have is mainly an expansion & perhaps concentration of my

far I like them & the work—had a bowel motion this morning (took a calomel powder last night)—I eat my

I had two moderate roast apples for my supper Mrs.

to night—If I can get over the great debility & the bad feeling (jellity & soreness & half pain) in my

chair —was out yesterday—feeling dull & leaden four or five days—nothing very new—some oysters 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

easy night—Superb weather sunny & warm—Am going out presently in wheel chair —ate four raw oysters for my

breakfast—Expect to give the Lincoln Death piece to-morrow evn'g Phila: (Shall probably skip my daily

Continued heavy headache—ate my breakfast—am sitting up most of the time—rest very poorly—still calculate

on this grip trouble passing over, but not in time for my 15th lecture in Phila: —I have now sent you

grandfather Geo:)—Susan, thank you for the nice chicken—I enjoy'd the eating of it well—I am sitting here in my

den alone as usual—the sun is shining finely & I shall probably get out in my wheel chair for an hour

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

'89 Dec. 25 6 p m —have been out to-day in the wheel chair —& down to the kitchen at the table for my

supper—now sitting as usual up in my den—J A Symonds from Switzerland has sent the warmest & (I think

you after a little while— Yesterday went out (two hours drive) to the Harleigh Cemetery & selected my

to-day, & got the money —am feeling fairly (inclined to heavy) to-day—plain indications of rheumatism in my

right arm—both my parents had r but not yet in me—Shall have a currying & then get out in the wheel

indeed "passionate": "I cannot even attempt to tell yourself (upon this page of paper with this pen in my

cannot find words better fitted to express the penetrative fate with which you have entered into me, my

reliance on you, & my hope that you will not disapprove of my conduct in the last resort."

in the wheel chair, the sun half-out in starts & rather cool—Supper of rice & mutton stew—I continue my

non-mid-day meal or dinner—appetite fair—as I sit here my nurse Warren is down stairs practising on

by the momentum of things I suppose— stupidity may be a strong word but it suggests if not describes 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

Sunday Evn'g Dec: 29 '89 Much the same things &c: continued—feeling dull & stupid—dark bad weather—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

spell—Ab't as usual with me—No sight of Rhys yet—the artist Eakin of Phila: comes off & on painting my

Camden Nov. 19 '87 Thank you & double-thank you, my dear young man, for your affectionate letter & money

My little canary is singing blithely.

I enclose you my last pieces—Yes, indeed we shall be glad to see you—Mrs D will & I will—Meanwhile love

Eakins is here painting my portrait—it seems strong (I don't know but powerful) & realistic—very different

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

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

beautiful & interesting Bugle Echoes which has just reached me—Please send this to F F Browne with my

Mountain Side," "Ethiopia Saluting the Colors," "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd," and "O Captain

My Captain!"