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It reads:328 Mickle StreetCamden New Jersey Sept. 13 Evn’gCox’s photos: came today & I have written my

is a head with hat on, the photo marked No 3—the pictures with the children come out first-rate—Give my

mouldering.When a friend asked about the poem, shortly after its publication, Whitman admitted: “That’s me—that’s my

It reads:328 Mickle StreetCamden New Jersey Sept. 13 Evn’gCox’s photos: came today & I have written my

is a head with hat on, the photo marked No 3—the pictures with the children come out first-rate—Give my

mouldering.When a friend asked about the poem, shortly after its publication, Whitman admitted: “That’s me—that’s my

It reads:328 Mickle StreetCamden New Jersey Sept. 13 Evn’gCox’s photos: came today & I have written my

is a head with hat on, the photo marked No 3—the pictures with the children come out first-rate—Give my

mouldering.When a friend asked about the poem, shortly after its publication, Whitman admitted: “That’s me—that’s my

little Harry . . . is a fine, good bright child, not very rugged, but gets along very well—I take him in my

"Uncle Walt," and he found them "model children lively & free & children" who "form a great part of my

little Harry . . . is a fine, good bright child, not very rugged, but gets along very well—I take him in my

"Uncle Walt," and he found them "model children lively & free & children" who "form a great part of my

Not my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear; But the lovers I recklessly love—lo

me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!

Because my enemies clarify my ego by antagonism, while the mastery of my lovers is indistinguishable

from my own recklessness?

My individuality is yours, my thirst yours, my appetites yours,mydifferencesyours.Iamalikeinmydifferences

picture of Wilson Barrett, the English actor, having upon it, inscribed in bold sign-manual: "I place my

"Tell them," he said, "that in my mind I feel quite vigorous; but that in body I am well used up with

Candidly and dispassionately reviewing all my intentions, I feel that they were creditable—and I accept

Or rather, to be quite exact, a desire that had been flitting through my previous life, or hovering on

feeling or ambition to articulate and faithfully express in literary or poetic form and uncompromisingly my

in a few lines, I shall only say the espousing principle of those lines so gives breath of life to my

Difficult as it will be it has become, in my opinion, imperative to achieve a shifted attitude from superior

Niagara Falls Sept 28 '80 Have finished my summer tour of St Lawrence & the Thousand Islands &c.

—have jaunted over 3000 miles mostly river & Lakes—(I believe I sent you a couple of my current letters

here in Canada) & am now on my way home to Camden N J (stopping here a short time)—I am unusually well

& robust for a half-paralytic—Camden will still remain my address.

2316 Pine Street St Louis Oct 27 '79 My dear Mr Harris Thank you for the Magazine & for the newspaper

I am totally paralyzed, f'm the old Secession wartime overstrain—only my brain volition & right arm power

New England Magazine in June (3:570–71), and a portrait of the poet along with a review of Good-bye My

My best help however has come in my old age & paralysis from the Br: Islands.

into fiction of a very little amt of fact—in spirit it is altogether, & in letter mainly untrue (abt my

My income from my books, (royalties &c.) does not reach $100 a year.

I am now in my 69th year—living plainly but very comfortably in a little wooden cottage of my own, good

Best thanks and love to all my British helpers, readers & defenders. Walt Whitman to William T.

letter of May 14 has come to hand to-day, reminding me of your being in Armory Square Hospital & of my

I send you my love, & to your dear children & wife the same.

it is just comfort enough to be together, almost without any thing else)— I remain about the same in my

red, (though looking now very old & gray, but that is nothing new)—weigh 185 now—am badly lamed in my

am well situated here—but very lonesome —have no near friends, (in the deepest sense) here at hand—my

like to read—(T B Aldrich's also tho' short is very friendly & eulogistic—not sent here)— Nothing in my

, I have had a notion for, & now put out partly to occupy myself, & partly to commemorate finishing my

For the regard, the affection, which convoyed your noble argosy to this my haven,—believe me, my dear

Well: there is too much taking off of hats, but I certainly should doff my own to the Sun-God.

Pray give my kind regards to M. Traubel. Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, William D.

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

Y. to speak my piece [Lincoln Lecture] April 14.

Camden May 6th 1887 Major Pond has written to me fixing dates for my proposed Boston (including I believe

Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during

Aug 30 '87 I remain anchor'd here in my big chair—Have you read the Bacon-Shakspere résumé in the last

front room down stairs, well wrapt up—for though bright & sunny it is a cold freezing day—have had my

usual—ups & downs—had rather a bad day yesterday—lay on the lounge most of the day—now better—the worst is my

time—Spirits & heart though mainly gay, which is the best half of the battle —Love & comfort to you, my

friends—your wives & all—Write often as you can—(monotony is now the word of my life)— Walt Whitman

I go over this afternoon at urgent request of my friend R. P.

I rec'd $600. for my N. Y. reading. Andrew Carnegie (thro' Gilder) paid $350 for his box. . . .

latest from our dear friend O'Connor not knowing whether you will get word directly —I am having one of my

bad spells, but it will probably pass over—I have had my breakfast, (two or three stewed oysters & a

piece of toast)—am sitting here in the little front room down stairs—the sun is shining & my bird singing—I

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

Camden Jan: 22 '89 Still keep up & read & write ab't the same—but remain cribb'd in my room.

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

noon April 18 '88 All goes as well & monotonously as usual (No news is good news)—I got up late, ate my

July 11, '87 I went off yesterday on a ten-mile drive to Glendale, to my friends the Staffords' house

to-day —he sends me the enclosed little slip from O'C —the condition is bad, & I feel pretty gloomy ab't my

of this last attack—I only wish I could feel so, or even approximate it—But any how thank God so far my

thoughts & mental power are entirely within my control—I have written a short letter to Critic (by their

request) on the "poet" question (wh' they may print) —My sister—George's wife —has just paid me a good

K. is in Boston at a Symphony Concert and a precious ½ hour for my soul being at my disposal I feel a

strong inner impulse to pour out here in the evening solitude, my heart to you in a genuine heart-letter

O'Connor to Bucke on October 20, 1888 mentioned that "a month ago my right eye closed, and the lid had

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

Rhys writes me that the Walter Scott, Eng[lish] pub's, will bring out my "Spec: Days" in one vol. & "

stupid, dont want to think or talk these times—shall emerge soon, & then define what I spoke of in my

last card—Do not come on personally as that would not facilitate—My Specimen Days in America (no "Collect

off to NA Rev. last evn'g— Am not even as well as usual—have the grip & bladder trouble & have eaten my

Camden May 8 '89 Y'rs of 6th rec'd—thanks—yes, I am agreeable to your sending S[tedman] my former letter

O'C[onnor] (f'm the wife ) to day, & I am gloomy—Dr B[ucke] writes me every day & cheerily—Horace & my

WSK 328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey July 8 '86 Dear W S K I have returned from my jaunt to the Jersey

.: "I shall cherish the memory of that blessed January 2nd '85 to the end of my days.

My dear Whitman—I want you to regard me as a sort of son; tell me whenever I can do anything for you;

scratch smiling)—I am still getting along thro the hot season—have things pretty favorable here in my

ventilation (night & day) frequent bathing, light meals & lassaiz faire —all wh' makes it better for me in my

some where to sea-shore or mountain—It is not for a long time any how—then Elias Hicks's saying to my

article ab't me for N E Magazine —I make dabs with the little 2d Annex & licking it in shape—I made my

B[ucke] & I will bring out my book on you sometime, perhaps sooner than we any of us know.

Wilson, peremptorily ordering him to return my MS to me."

Whitman's "Rejoinder" was also reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (Prose Works 1892, Volume 2: Collect and

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

"Liberty" (Tucker's paper) for a very good little memoriam of Wm O'Connor, by my young friend Traubel

address)— I hear from Dr Bucke often—he is well & busy at his Institution, London, Canada—I hear f'm my

Bucke's letter to me, mentioning y'r last wh' I lent him)—Nothing specially new or significant with my

Sidney Morse is in Chicago—I remain in fair spirits & comfortable—am just going to have my dinner (I

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

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

again—the proof came & piece will be out in ten days or less —did I tell you that the Scribner man rejected my

usual with me—(a horrible heavy inertia lassitude)—write often as convenient God bless you & Frau & my

May 5, '91 Was taken out to the cemetery (Harleigh) to see if I was satisfied with the work on my burial

stroke two weeks ago—makes me weak since (legs and bones like gelatine)—but I guess I am recuperating—My

Phila: publisher McKay was just over here to pay me the income on the last six months' sales of my two

who observed fervidly in August: "Your confidential item ab't royalties also makes me glad & wrings my

He enclosed $5, which, he declared, "is a pure business debt. $5000. represents my soul indebtedness

Camden Thursday Evn'g Oct: 4 '88 Still here in my sick room—everything much the same—Book printing &c

35 quai des grandes Augustine"—279 pp. handy beautiful French style, paper—Nothing very different in my

affairs—the N Y Literary News for May has a notice —did you see that infernal farrago of my opinions

: Art essay & sent it to the Critic —so if they print it you will see, but for a good while now all my

back rejected (the Century, Harpers, the Eng: Nineteenth Century, the Cosmopolitan &c: &c: all send my

evn'g—is invaluable to me—I enclose Dr Bucke's last, just rec'd —also other things—I am sitting here in my

Whitman's "Rejoinder" was also reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (Prose Works 1892, Volume 2: Collect and

published in the magazine: "Twilight" (December 1887), "Old Age's Lamben Peaks" (September 1888), "My

Camden May 31 '83 The publisher having placed a few advance copies in paper of Dr Bucke's WW at my disposal

I mean exactly what I said in my last. W W Walt Whitman to William Sloane Kennedy, 31 May 1883

26: "I am glad to . . . go to battle in a good cause, but I am not exultant about it, I have made up my

Have just sold & sent off to Eng'd my little p'k't-b'k L of G. Grip & bladder trouble bad.

(I count Ing: as one of my noblest friends & upholders)—John Burroughs has been here to see me—he is

Thanks for the fine photo: wh' has come safely—I am as well as usual—had blackberries & bread & tea for my

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