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—weather rainy wh' we wanted—temperature mild—I have a big bunch of lilacs on the table near, (from my

Camden April 17 '89 A heavy saturated leaden day—& my condition ab't the same.

N[elly]'s card came yesterday—my best prayers for more mark'd improvement—I have just sent off books

bo't in England—one Dr B[ucke]'s book specially sent for —I have just finished my supper:dinner.

here by the oak fire alone—trying to interest myself with the morning papers & Harper's Weekly , &c—My

Bucke is in Florida to return in ten days—An old Quaker has paid me a visit to-day (I am yet writing my

evn'g as usual (always welcome)—he is well—is a clerk in a bank in Phila—Am sitting at present alone in my

I enclose one of my late circulars as it may have a wisp of interest to you.

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

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

fine sunny day here & I am feeling fairly—have just had a good stout currying & kneading & it fits my

W's MS— Evn'g —Am sitting here alone by oak fire—went out in the wheel chair & enjoy'd it—sales of my

Here I am sitting up in the big chair—I got up ab't noon, (& shall keep up an hour or two, & send you my

the last two days—but the indications are still favorable (good pulse the Dr says last two days) for my

getting sort abt as usual—Dr B went back to Canada last Tuesday night, R.R. train—I am half thro' on my

, grip, or zest—Have a good doctor & take medicine daily—am printing the little 2d annex, "Good-Bye my

Canada—I believe expects to come this way (& to Washington) in three weeks—Fine sunny day as I write—had my

breakfast, a rare fried egg, Graham wet toast & coffee—my supper at 5—no dinner—pretty fair spirits—often

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

Camden PM May 18 '88 Rose late this forenoon & very miserable—half a cup of coffee for my breakfast—but

this mn'g—seems to me a good piece of typographic work, type, paper, press work, & binding—pleases my

to West Park—his wife & boy to Po'keepsie—Matters ab't as usual with me—am sitting in big chair in my

lent—also the "Liberty" piece sent —(I sent one to C W E[ldridge]) —much the same as when I wrote—not at my

Camden Feb: 11 '88 My dear friends WSK & JB I send you Dr Bucke's letter from Florida just rec'd with

if slowly—this is the most nipping winter I have ever had—at present am sitting here by the fire in my

little front room—have had my late breakfast (I rise late these cold days) of chocolate & buckwheat

picture or two besides—the one in the hat I call "the laughing philosopher" —I am sitting here alone in my

big ratan arm chair in my den—Supper soon—I only eat two meals (no dinner) but relish them— Walt Whitman

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

bed—very bad weakness of legs and body—the worst of head trouble disappeared—Thanks for your letter —my

roseate toward me & I feel thankful & responsive—& all the confirmatory possible— I am still kept in my

the indication of it—& to-day Saturday a fearful hot & oppressive baker & prostrater , the worst to my

printing office is now all diverged on a Harrison and Morton book, hurry is up—will take them a week—my

good week so far—am either throwing off (or easying) some of the worst bad subjections and grips — My

combined, comprehended at one glance—and here it is—of course I shall send you a copy— I am sitting yet in my

sick room now in my usual big chair by the oak wood fire, & alone.

I have plenty visitors enough & good ones—my appetite & sleep are fair—I have a new helper & nurse, a

I think of you every day—& most all my friends coming here ask ab't you—I rec'd the letter last week

Camden Nov: 20 '88 Still ab't holding my own & comfortable—nothing very new or notable—The Transcript

I send with Hamlin Garland's notice of Nov: Boughs —Still keep my sick room—Clear sunny cool to-day.

Camden P M Aug: 4 '89 Nothing very new—have not left my Mickle St: quarters this summer (hardly can )

—am feeling fairly to-day—my friend Traubel has written (at their request) & sent on to "Liberty" (Boston

I am pottering along—certainly no worse in my late physical ailments—rather better possibly—the wind

present—I send you "Unity" and "Liberty" —I send U to Eldridge and Burroughs — Nothing markable in my

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

just after 12 Saturday July 7 Tom, I wish you would say to Frank the pictures of Elias Hicks and my own

very soon—The Sunday Tribune, (N Y. to-day) has a short notice — Walt Whitman am now sitting alone in my

Camden New Jersey Sept. 25 1890 My dear friend Here is the Preface —three printed slips, copies—not so

much of preface to the tales but my memorial & reminiscence of dear W[illiam] —& to give a dash of appropriate

led—have a stout man nurse —go out doors in wheel chair occasionallyᾺwas out yesterday at sunset—I sell my

own books when I can get purchasers & am still rejected by all the magazines—my right arm power & volition

good yet—appetite, sleep &c: fair—am now well on my 72d year—have the grip rather bad—cool spell of

The preface was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

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

Iu .5 Camden Sept: 29 1890 Dear friend, Yr's just came telling me of y'r moving—As you don't mention my

If so, let them go—I wanted to go on record embalming (as much as I could) my tribute of dear W[illiam

I continue on ab't the same—slowly letting down peg after peg—my mind & my right arm remain'g abt the

I am sitting in my room in Mickle Street in the big old ratan chair with wolf-skin spread on back—have

last year—good spirits (sort o') but physically disabled almost utterly—Fine sunny days I get out in my

wheel chair for an hour or two—generally however am anchored here in my big ratan chair with the wolf-skin

Camden Monday 9 A M '89 Am sitting here just ended my breakfast, an egg, some Graham bread & coffee—all

wh' I relish'd—rec'd my morning mail, & send you this f'm Dr B —with my scribbling on back—fine sunny

hours down to the Delaware shore, high water)—sky & river never look'd finer—was out also at one p m to my

bottle of champagne—(lunch, or dinner, but I ate nothing)—So you see I am getting around sort o' in my

summer—I want to get out somewhere (sea side or mountains) but it is a fearful job for me to be moved from my

is always welcome—John's good letter was rec'd this forenoon & is cheery & hospitable as always—Yes my

—I may come to New York & see you all—We will see how the cat jumps—I still remain in my sick room—tho

—This week so far the temperature has been just right here—My little booklet November Boughs is ab't

disjointed paper on "Elias Hicks" —the publication will be delayed yet a number of weeks—I am sitting up in my

I have had it put in type for my own convenience, & to insure greater correctness.

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey March 4 '85 My dear friends Your letter comforts & touches me deeply

Davis, strong & hearty & good natured, a widow, young enough, furnishes me my meals, & takes good care

—Soon as you get this write me how John is getting along—Last Saturday's Critic has a piece about my

'73 Friday morning—9 o'clock Dearest mother, The sun shines out bright & cheerful this morning—& in my

first sick) —I think I am feeling better to-day, & more like myself—I have been in the habit of soaking my

cold—so I have stopt stopped it, & I have a notion I feel better from stopping it— —I have just had my

here, rooms enough to live in for you & Ed and me —I realize it more, far more now, than ever—even for my

with a shed kichen with no fireplace in the house except in the kichen. . . . what do you think of my

rheumatism (or neuralgia)—I count on its soon passing over, & leaving me about the same possession of my

—I have just got a letter from Johnston, the jeweler, asking me to come on to his house, & make it my

Dear Charley, All continues to go well with my health &c.

My leg is not much different, & I still have an occasional spell with the head—but I am much better .

am still here & nothing very new or different—I suppose you rec'd the Press with a brief report of my

Lincoln lecture in Phila: April 15—I go out every day with my mare & rig—sometimes to Phila.

Camden New Jersey U S America May 22 1890 My dear Forman Y'r good letter with the £5 has reached me,

temporarily—is well—shall probably get out this fine afternoon in wheel-chair —have kind attention—I send you my

Camden New Jersey U S America January 22 1890 My dear E R Y'rs regularly rec'd & welcom'd (I often send

change or happening—fairly buoyant spirits &c—but surely slowly ebbing —at this moment sitting here in my

transcript that appeared in Pall Mall Gazette on February 8, 1890, and that Whitman used in Good-bye My

—have sent word to Dr B[ucke] —Matters going on much the same with me as of late—as I write sit in my

summer quarters—His address is Centreport Suffolk Co: New York—I enclose the "Twilight Song" one of my

last,—Kennedy remains as proof reader for Boston Transcript—I am writing this in my den in Mickle St

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of course have one—Dr Bucke and Horace Traubel are in London Canada —H T will be back here very soon—my

#15 J.B Gilder '85 Camden Feb. 18 My dear J B G I have no feeling of objection to your substituting a

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

out—I hear f'm Buck Bucke often, he is well & busy—Was out yesterday (after three weeks' embargo) in my

My friends Can you use this in the Critic ?

There is nothing important or new in my affairs here—I am still in the same Office—find my work mild

Price, & all My dear friends, I sent you a telegram, ten minutes ago, telling you that I have just succeeded

In the office, & my work, every thing goes on as usual.

Helen & Emmy, my dear friends, I send you my best love—Go over & see my mother when you can—Best remembrance

Y., & remained home quite a long time—one of my brothers, (who had been a soldier & all through the war

My Mother, & the rest of the folks, are all well. I have had good health since I last wrote to you.

I send them my love, & a full share to you, dearest comrade.

My address is the same as you directed your former letters. Well, I must draw to a close.

Farewell, my darling boy, & God bless you, & bless the dear parents also. Walt Whitman.

My dear friend, Yours of the 8th has just come.

For a month or so, I have not been very well—my trouble takes the form, sometimes, of neuralgia—but is

I send my love to Helen and Emmy & all—I have rec'd a letter from mother to-day—she seems to be about

Give my respects to Mr. Arnold —also to Mr.

Parker's family —I am writing this by my window in the office—it is a fine view, ten miles of river,

Y. or Brooklyn, so as not to incommode my folks at home—taking my meals at the restaurants, & home &c—leaving

my time free for my work &c—Now have you such a room for me , at a fair price?

would be very agreeable—Your going off for a week or two would not make any difference—as a lodging is my

main object—write immediately & let me know, as my leave of absence will probably date from Monday next

I have an agreeable situation here—labor moderate—& plenty of leisure—My principal work is to make (from

My dear friend, I write mainly to see whether I have got the right address—to find whether this reaches

My health has been good—& I have got through the hot weather all right—It is a long while since I have