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I have to apologize for a slight inaccuracy which crept into my article.

advice to those who watch the great games) with whoever the people put in — Nothing new or special in my

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

blackberries & bread & honey largely—rec'd a kind note f'm Tom Donaldson —am sitting here the same old way in my

As for myself I am geting on very well—still confined to my room (except that I get out every day for

Temperature (in my office) 70° sky deep blue, not a cloud, a gentle breeze waving the trees and shrubs

It forms the staple for a number of my lectures on the literature of Democracy.

Saturday though I have little or nothing to write about—I am sitting here alone in the office, writing by my

carpenter (an art which I learnt as a boy) & it has done me so much good that I hope to return soon to my

Of my own life and writings I estimate the giving thanks part, with what it infers, as essentially the

cannot see this falling off that they speak of in your poetry—some of your late prose has not been to my

Earnestly hoping that you will honor my desire, I remain very faithfully yours, Robt.

will write to you I should not wonder if you get 3 letter from us all at once, I will have to close my

Then I feel sure it tells the meaning better than any of the former editions—My enemies, & those who

It has three or four poems not in my old copy, but I heard of a poem beginning—"Thou who hast slept all

have a few autograph letters that I preserve by putting carefully in the front, that gives them to my

friendly gifts in time of need may god help you throu through this world of trouble I had bad luck with my

there is just now a lively little thunderstorm coming on, (& over almost as soon as on)—I must finish my

take the present time to write a few lines to you to let you know how I am I am very well at presant my

This is one of the pleasant evenings when my good mother used to say "How good the dear Father is to

were an hour late,)—but the city looked bright & all alive, & I felt as fresh as a lark— I am well, my

To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose-coloured flesh, To be conscious of my body, so amorous

Have you learned the physiology, phrenology, politics, geography, pride, freedom, friendship, of my land

Earth of the limpid grey of clouds, brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbowed Earth!

death with the dying, and birth with the new-washed new- washed babe, and am not contained between my

hat and my boots.

I know perfectly well my own egotism.

strong in the knees, and of an inquiring and communicative disposi- tion disposition Also instructive in my

He replied: "No—I don't need to: I have been worried for several days: one of my near relations is in

Called my attention to four memorandums he had made up for McKay.

After this he broke through his mock reserve: "I answered them—I kept no copy of my answer.

mean—as Stedman did occupy: for Stedman is showing more and more consideration—has shifted his affection my

Give my love to all the ferry boys—all of 'em! And how are you yourself, Danny?"

They wrote back that they must have something—must have something over my name.

thoughtfully, as he looked in a fixed way at me: "But, Horace," he said, "this book quite revises, recasts, my

No—he is not my man.

Still harping on my daughter. Spoke of the News piece again.

"Hardly: sermons are hardly my specialty."

These are all that have reached my hands up to date: there may possibly be something besides in the hands

The last person on the list, R.B.C., is Earl Russell: he writes me: "I do not wish my name to be published

emerges from his "bower refresh'd with sleep" and urges, "Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my

body as I pass, / Be not afraid of my body."

A curious line in the middle of the poem—"The body of my love, the body of the woman I love, the body

Amativeness, and even Animality. . . . the espousing principle of those lines so gives breath of life to my

The sweet sun has got into all my old bones." Here are a few of W.'

That's my part of the story.

Logic does very little for me: my enemies say it, meaning one thing—I say it, meaning another thing."

The public want to know whether I have been an honest servant —whether I have stuck to my guns (to their

It was sent along with the birthday copy of my "Notes".

I stopped at 509 Arch on my way down to ferry and enclosed J.'s letter in another of my own to W.

written Johnston that Wallace must stay with me—this is to be told him immediately he knows he is to come—my

equipages roll by—I see the respectful bow at the presence of pride—and I curse the contrast between my

The lofty air—the show of dress—the aristocratic demeanor—the glitter of jewels—dazzle my eyes; and sharp-toothed

Why: should my path be so much rougher than theirs? Pitiable, unfortunate man that I am!

to be placed beneath those whom in my heart I despise—and to be constantly tantalized with the presence

Who would suspect that this comic strain proceeded from the author of "My Study Window," and "Among my

I'm dull at prayers: I could not keep awake Counting my beads.

I love my fellow-men: the worst I know I would do good to.

Now, when storms of fate o'ercast Darkly my Present and my Past, Let my Future radiant shine With sweet

The "In Memoriam" explains itself,—the "Watchman of Ephriam," as Osee says, "was with my God."

it, in comparison, seem but a mere "mask of materials" or "show of appearance" ("Scented Herbage of My

death as meaning "precisely the same" and as being "folded inseparably together" ("Scented Herbage of My

In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me, / And his arm lay around my

My first instinct about all that Symonds writes is violently reactionary—is strong and brutal for no,

Then the thought intervenes that I maybe do not know all my own meanings" (With Walt Whitman 1:76–77)

W. then: "That other man was my friend: he was in Canada, Stead in England: curious, wasn't it?"

original poem I wrote—three page poem [Whispers of Heavenly Death] sent him from me, but demurs to my

I repeat, that I distinctly reserve the right of printing the piece in a future edition of my poems.

only crude—yet has some good points in it, which I took in.I am in great mourning that I can't get my

Well," exclaimed W., when I laid the letter down on my knee and looked at him: "Well—that is a fusillade

My first personal knowledge of the Bowery Theatre was about twenty-seven or eight years ago, when I was

All these are among my hobbledehoy dramatic reminiscences.

At first, I remember, I used to go with other boys, my pals; but I afterward preferred to go alone, I

was so absorbed in the performance, and disliked any one to distract my attention.

From what I have gleaned of old stage-frequenters, here and abroad, I have made up my mind that in a

In a former part of my account, Dr. Wright Post's name was mentioned.

To be plain at once, and say my say about this, I do not think there is a public edifice in America—school

Broadway Hospital, the heating and ventilation are by steam; and I have to acknowledge that during my

I can count on my fingers, on one hand, all the good people who have bequeathed to the institution; and

For my part, as I stand in the presence of these fine and eloquent faces, I acknowledge without demur

His text is—and it is a stalwart text: "I stand in my place, with my own day, here!" II.

"I resist anything better than my own diversity," he says.

Clifford in his essay on "Cosmic Emotion:" "I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled far-

"My sun has his sun, and round him obediently wheels, He joins with his partners a group of superior

Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that Show of blacken'd mutilated corpses!

"You have worked hard to-day, my son." "I've been mowing."

Feel of my hands." There were blisters on them like great lumps. Tears started in the widow's eyes.

I'd as leive lieve be in my grave as there." And the child burst into a passionate fit of weeping.

"There, my lads," he said to his companions, "there's a new recruit for you.

"I've no occasion; beside, it makes my head ache, and I have promised my mother not to drink any," was

"You have worked hard to-day, my son." "I've been mowing."

So, curse me if you sha'n't have a suck at my expense."

"There, my lads," said he, turning to his companions, "There's a new recruit for you.

Besides, my mother has often prayed me not to drink , and I promised to obey her."

" My mother has often prayed me not to drink!

—The object of my present communication is to advise you of the probability of such a rule requiring

It appears from a letter of my predecessor to the Dist.

While this force may be sufficient for the purely clerical needs of the office it is not, in my opinion

I have given no official opinion in writing relating to the affairs of Georgia, and have not in my possession

parties supposed the arrangement to have been effected, I have not undertaken to form a judgment of my

This he declined to do, and it would hardly be becoming in me, under the circumstances, to reverse my

Senate Sir: I learn from some gentlemen who have spoken to you upon the subject that you desire my view

Have you found an Act of the Legislature ceding jurisdiction, as I suggested in my letter of April 5th

free-verse poem, "'The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete'" (1891) first appeared in the annex "Good-Bye my

In the penultimate line, he defends them strongly: "Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest

My Dear Whitman:Why have I not written to you? Why has not spring come?

very free, yet making no emphatic statements either way, except now and then to express some assent to my

the following, which Morris gave me as "the only part" of his letter from Sarrazin not contained in my