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Washington February 4 1865 My dear friend, As you see by the date of this, I am again back in Washington

I spend a portion of my time around among the Hospitals as formerly—I find quite a good many bad old

My health is pretty good, & I remain in good spirits considering.

I send my love to Emily and Helen and all— Walt Whitman Direct to me simply to Washington, D.

C. as I go to post office for my letters. Walt Whitman to Abby H. Price, 4 February 1865

As I know you would like to hear from me, my dear friend, I will not yet go to bed—but sit down to write

to you, that I have been here in Boston, to-day is a fortnight, and that my book is well under way.

I was going to put into the book—just took me to the stereotype foundry, and given orders to follow my

It will be out in a month—a great relief to me to have the thing off my mind.

I send my love to Helen and Emmy. Walt. Walt Whitman to Abby H. Price, 29 March 1860

Don't mind my not answering them promptly, for you know what a wretch I am about such things.

girls, & about Mr Arnold —of course you won't forget Arthur, & always when you write to him send him my

But, my darling, it is a dreadful thing—you dont know these wounds, sicknesses &c—the sad condition in

evenings altogether at the hospitals—my day, often.

I like Washington very well (did you see my last letter in N Y Times of Oct 4, Sunday?)

I am really pleased that you can accommodate me, & make great reckoning of being with you, & of my room

, &c—but wish [to] have it distinctly understood, in all friendship, that I pay for my room , &c, just

lots of money—in fact untold wealth —& I shall not feel right if you undertake to alter this part of my

programme—I am feeling well & hearty—I wish you to read my piece in the "Broadway London Magazine,"

My health has been good since I last saw you.

am sure she always will be— It is very hot weather here—to-day it is 96 or '7—I am sitting here at my

Good bye, dear Abby—I send my love to Emily, & all—The O'Connors are well—Jenny grows like every thing

kind of feeling, I am thankful they are so few—for you know I am getting to be an old fellow—though my

temperament for buoyancy & fun I believe increases instead of diminishes—I shall take my vacation considerably

factories of the Spragues, & so to Olneysville &c &c—as interesting a ride & exploration as I ever had in my

been, & am quite well, considering—though I have had trouble from a cold during the winter & spring—My

them, at their house— I am still boarding at the same place—I expect to bring out the final edition of my

Don't be mad at me because I have been so negligent—You all have my love & "best respects" to boot—how

My dear friend, Will some of you, the first time you go down town, stop at office (or shop) of E.

Arnold—& the last from Arthur, & every thing— So good bye for this time—I send you my love, dear friend

My dear friend, I rec'd your first letter of about a month ago, (March 9)—I enquired of a friend in the

it miscarry,) but let that go— The changes in the Attorney Gen's office have made no difference in my

Browning—I couldn't wish to have better bosses—& as to the pleasantness & permanency of my situation

My dear friends, I often think about you all—Helen & Emily in particular, & wish I could look in upon

you, Sunday afternoons—I warmly thank you for your hospitable offers—Give my best respects to Mr.

Evarts, does not seem likely to affect my position here.

March 27, 1867 My dear friend, Although your letter I see has the N.

My impression is, there is little or no chance of getting Congress to pass, at this time, a special resolution

thing does — Still, I will try what I can do—I will see a few of the members, forthwith—I have one in my

the stock names on the womens' (Williams') side was Kossabone (doubtless Causabone) (Jenny Kossabone my

Tuesday evening—Jan 23— Mother, I wrote yesterday in my letter that I had a bad cold—I felt quite disagreeable

Bruce to give you Gracie's address in Iowa—I have just got some nice copies of my Am.

to-night & finish it to-morrow— Wednesday afternoon Jan. 24 Mother, I am feeling well to-day—I think my

mostly young men, & a good deal of noise & moving about—but I don't mind it, as it is only from 9 to 3—& my

B[ucke] is well & busy—I was out driving to-day, 11 to 1—Nothing definite done to my "November Boughs

of Justice Washington . 187 Thursday night—½ past 8 Dearest mama, I will write you a line, to begin my

myself, nobody in the building besides me, but the watchman—Mama dear, I suppose you got the order in my

I send a copy of my Complete Works & some pictures—with a slip of little piece in May Century —& my best

Whitman also sent "the MS of 'O Captain.'" See Whitman's Commonplace Book, Charles E.

months but am now better & shall soon be ab't as of late years—I have moved into a little old shanty of my

wistful thoughts" that, "were not I & mine bound here by unseverable ties, . . . could I make America my

thing is quiet & secluded here—all winter too, the snow white & deep in every direction—as I look from my

window, river & mountains & trees & rocks—far & vast— I only write a hurried line to let you know my

(I suppose you rec'd received my postal card acknowledging your previous one, briefly, & saying I should

I shall quite certainly come on—cannot now [pla]n the time, but will write before—& take up my quarters

mention I should pay thankfully—Though badly disabled, I am perfectly able to take care of myself, & my

Rein —I am alone, in the house to-day, (except Eddy)—as my sister has gone out to spend the day, & my

My brother Jeff, at St. Louis, is well—his girls are growing finely.

good spirits—which would be, quite first-rate & good —but every day & every night comes the thought of my

nor disposed to be any more ennuyeed ennuied than ever—but that thought remains to temper the rest of my

Can't use my left leg yet with any freedom—bad spells in the head too frequent yet—then, with all those

I write some—(must occupy my mind.)

I am writing some pieces in the Weekly Graphic—my reminiscences of war times—first number appears in

I hope you are feeling in good heart & physique—Your note to my sister rec'd received & read with sympathy

& love by all— We are all well—My brother is off to his labors, (which are still quite pressing)—My

sister has gone out to market—Hattie & Jessie are down stairs sewing—I am sitting up here in my 3d story

December 23, "a somewhat severe operation (under ether) to cure an injury received at the birth of one of my

here—still just holding on—sometimes (perhaps a quarter of the time) tolerably fair—the rest, by the skin of my

My new edition 2 Vols Volumes is out & bound, & pictured & autographed .

it goes, it will be all right—the little Philadelphia paper piece was about the right statement of my

My brother Jeff has come on from St.

excursion, a week on a yacht voyage—I told him to call on you, if possible—& he will if he can work it—My

her I rec'd received her letter & thank her for it—I have not felt to write to her, or any one but my

I have had—but unspeakable —my physical sickness, bad as it is, is nothing to it— The following are

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

come home, (if nothing happens more than at present known) and stay two months, & then return here to my

Dear Friend Abby, and all my friends, Helen & Emmy & Mr.

Arnold, I will write a line only—My paralysis still leaves me extremely feeble—& with great distress

I have lost my dear, dear sister Martha, in St.

present I can hardly move ten steps without feeling sick—I am sitting here now in the rocking chair in my

writing this—most of the time alone which suits me best—it is paralysis of left side—Love to all— Walt (My

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey U S America Nov: 28 '81 My dear friend, Have time & its influences

My brother & sister are well. The Staffords the same.

I am writing this in the sunshine up in my old 3d story room—Best best love to you & to Herby & Grace

The intensity of her grief is visible in the lines of an undated and unsigned letter: "My dear Children

be resigned—but remorse—that I should have left her; that is like an envenomed wound poisoning all my

O the love for her shut up in my heart" (Charles E.

apologized for not remembering his birthday: "it was past & I had not written one word—not just put my

hours every day (sometimes I think it as good in its way as the Creek)—I go about nearly the same, my

lameness no better (occasionally pretty bad, worse) but my feelings of comfort & strength in general

know him) — Sunday 14th Rather cold, the feeling of snow, but dry & pleasant in a way—I sell some of my

Do you see any thing of my friend Josiah Child?

office, London General Post Office) has written to me twice in the interest of publishing a Vol: of my

My friend, you must accept the men's thanks, through me.

I was appointed last Wednesday, my new grade & pay commence on Nov. 1st—I haven't got a letter from home

has gone to New York—he is badly afflicted with sore eyes, & has gone there to see the best oculists— My

clever people, & have invited me to Newport next summer— I am writing this in the office, (alone in my

& Lou are with you—(I hope you will all take a glass of the Spanish wine)— I believe I told you in my

Mother, I will send the order in my next—The bells are all ringing for 7 oclock church—there is a chime

now—I should like first rate to just drop in on you all— I continue to get letters &c from abroad about my

He is preparing a review & partial translation of my writings— Mama dear, I hope you will have a pleasant

leave without pay—I want to come home for a while, both to be home, & to see about the new edition of my

Camden N J Aug: August 27 All going on well with me—the type-setting of my new prose book "Specimen Days

As I write, (Sunday afternoon) up in my 3d story room, heavy clouds & rain falling in torrents.

My brother & sister well—I saw Mrs.

It is a very warm Sunday afternoon—as I write up in my third story south room— W W Walt Whitman to Anne

suppose you have rec'd received the "Specimen Days" I sent a while since —I am well as usual—reeling out my

My dear friend, My book has been delayed among the printers,—but I shall stay till it is all printed—it

fellows & willing enough—but it seems impossible to prevent them making lots of ridiculous errors—it is my

My mother is pretty well for an old woman of 72—John, I hope this will find you, & the wife too in good

I send you both my love.

Kirkwood N J New Jersey Monday afternoon Aug August 20 My dear friend, I forward you the accompanying

The other two will you please take, or mail to my sister in Camden, soon as you have read?

continued—Y'rs of 28th welcom'd —Ab't same with me as of late—head-ache (think eat too much meat lately)—my

to go to Bolton —(returns here same evn'g)—be there at 4 P M Tuesday 7th— Last evn'g rec'd word that my

sister at Burlington Vt: is much better—great weight off my mind—(very ill lately—jaundice) —bowel motion

yesterday—Chs: W Eldridge here yest'y—sit here in my shirt sleeves in big chair by the window—no decision

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

It connects itself with memories of my mother's like condition—her only companion often a canary too.

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

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

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

It connects itself with memories of my mother's like condition—her only companion often a canary too.

for breakfast—am expecting one of Mary Davis's nice rice puddings (baked in old red tile dish) for my

that is too far, but it is general enough—fine steady sunny day, cool, some breeze—Warry groans at my

refusal to go out—but I have hardly power to raise my hand to my head—& this letter is mostly automatic

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

just rec'd & glad to get it—Love to you & J W W[allace] —am getting along fairly—some nice 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

referring to the manuscript for "Walt Whitman's Last" (a one-page piece on his last miscellany Good-Bye 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.

—Letters f'm Bolton to-day —good weather, warm—I have just made my supper—some string beans & a dish

Mary Davis makes very nicely, tomatos stew'd with onions & crumbs of well toasted bread—(a dish my mother

My idea for the scheme of y'r full book w'd be— a rambling free art: by you another by Horace Sarrazin

enclosed —Houghton & Co. are to publish her book, in the way you will see—all well—no particular news—made my

porridge, a bit of cold turkey & cup of tea—am sitting here at present as usual—rec'd a good letter f'm my

my neice Jessie in Saint Louis (superior girl, sensible, intuitive, a little reticent, undemonstrative

foreign and domestic—Ab't noon as I send this off & sun looks fine out, but I suppose rather too cool for my

Whitman's preface was also 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

day—Expect Dr B[ucke] here to day —continue on myself badly enough—catarrhal crises—nights not so bad—made my

O'C and Dr & T & I—have had my 4½ meal with zest—we all send best respects & love to you & to the friends

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

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

badly, but hope hourly for change of temperature—Y'r & J W W[allace]'s good letters rec'd —Have had my

weather yet, but expecting the change hourly—tolerably fair night last—(have a stout massage ab't 9½ P M)—my

breakfast two hours ago—(rare fried egg, toast & raw tomato)—Probably my missives are monotonous enough

again but that may give the fact the main thing best—this is the first I have sent for nearly a week—my

Camden 6 P M June 24 91 Pleasant weather—partial depression to-day—just finish'd my supper—some stew'd

I have rec'd Dr Bucke's letter & acc't of y'r reception there & thank you all, f'm the bottom of my heart