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The second copy of book & my lending one, has come safe—too—and the card that told of your attack of
illness, & the welcome news of your recovery in the Paper; & I have been fretting with impatience at my
own dumbness—but tied to as many hours a day writing as I could possibly manage, at my little book now
(last night)—finished, all but proofs, so that I can take my pleasure in "Specimen Days" at last; but
My love to brother & sister & to Hattie [&] Jessie. Good-bye, dear Walt.
NW, Jan 24/72 Dear Friend, I send you photographs of my eldest and youngest children I wish I had some
against a terrible sense of inward prostration, so it has not my natural expression, but I think you
And see my faults flaws shortcomings too dear Friend.
My Husband was taken from us too young to be able to have made any provision for his children.
I have a little of my own—about £80 a year: & for the rest depend upon my Mother whose only living child
soul's passionate yearning toward thy divine Soul, every hour, every deed and thought—my love for my
children, my hopes aspirations for them all taking new shape new height through this great love My Soul
Oh for all that this love is my pride my glory.
My soul must have her loving companionship everywhere & in all things.
I am yet young enough to bear thee children my darling if God should so bless me.
My Dearest Friend: I have had all the welcome papers with accounts of your doings, and to-day a nice
My friends told me I looked ten years younger when I came back from America than when I went.
missing the sunshine & working a little too hard, was feeling quite knocked up: so Bee insisted on my
that you step from the lawn into [a] winding wood-path, along which I wander by the hour: and from my
My friend is a noble, large-hearted, capable woman, who devotes all her life and energies to keeping
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
Ap 21, 1876 My dearest Friend, I must write again, out of a full heart.
"The Two Rivulets" has filled it very full—Ever the deep inward assent, rising up strong, exultant, my
Ever the sense of dearness —the sweet subtle perfume, pervading every page, every line to my sense—O
nor what answering emotion pervades me, flows out towards you—sweetest deepest greatest experience of my
Do not dissuade me from coming this autumn my dearest Friend —I have waited patiently 7 years—patiently
May 20 th /73 My dearest Friend Such a joyful surprise was that last paper you sent me, with the Poem
& by thoughts you have given me blent in & suffusing all: No hope or aim or practical endeavour for my
For there is not a line nor a word in it at which my spirit does not rise up instinctive and fearlessly
draught that I know is for me, because it is for all—the love that you give me on the broad ground of my
Good bye my best beloved Friend. Annie Gilchrist.
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
My Dearest Friend: We set foot on dry land again Wednesday morning after a good passage —not a very smooth
My Dearest Friend: A kind of anxiety has for some time past weighed upon me and upon others, I find,
My love, dear Walt. Anne Gilchrist. Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 20 July 1885
My Dearest Friend: Your card (your very voice & touch, drawing me across the Atlantic close beside you
) was put into my hand just as I was busy copying out "With husky, haughty lips O sea" to pin into my
Dearest Friend: I am sitting in my room with my dear little grandson, the sweetest little fellow you
Giddy and Norah (my 3d third daughter) are gone into Durham to do some shopping.
It is about the only thing I have read since my return.
hardly realized till I left it how dearly I love America—great sunny land of hope and progress—or how my
Give my love to those of our friends whom you know & tell them not to forget us.
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
Just a line of birthday greeting, my dearest Friend.
May all that will do you good come my dearest Friend–and not least the sense of relief & joy in having
That is what I believe as surely as I believe in my own existence.
best for us to go to New York (only I want to go at once where we are likeliest to stop, because of my
Solemn thoughts outleaping life, immortal aspirations of my Soul toward your soul.
London May 18, 1875 My dearest Friend, Since last I wrote to you at the beginning of April (enclosing
at Colne) I have been into Wales for a fortnight to see Percy & have looked, for the first time in my
That is the end of my long story.
My children are all well & growing & unfolding to my heart's content.
Goodbye my dearest Friend. A. Gilchrist. Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 18 May 1875
My Dearest Friend: I hope you are enjoying this splendid, sunshiny weather as much as we are—the atmosphere
experience he thinks very highly, to study in Duron's Studio in Paris for a year, that I have made up my
mind to go back, for a time at any rate, this summer; but I shall leave my furniture here, and the question
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
./82 Dearest friend, I like with all my heart (& head too) "A memorandum at a venture".
I have never for a moment wavered in my belief in this truth since it burst upon me a veritable sunrise
He has gone just now to my favorite Haslemere, in quest of nightingales—& I hope will make the acquaintance
My dearest Friend, Do not think me too wilful or headstrong but I have taken our tickets & we shall sail
And since we have to come to a decision my mind has been quite at rest.
I have arranged for my goods to sail a week later than we do, so as to give us time.
Good bye for a short while my dearest Friend Anne Gilchrist.
MY DEAREST FRIEND: I have just been sauntering in our little but sunny garden which slopes to the South
My breath is so short I cannot walk, which is a privation.
I hope you received the little memoir of my husband all right.
reading it—suddenly remembered your birthday—that it was past & I had not written one word—not just put my
I was then (when I should have written—middle of May just preparing & starting on my journey to the north—first
I enjoyed everything—the being with Norah (who is like one of my own) & the dearest jolliest little man
wonderful colours & sweet odors of the sea—everything is best except the keenness of the wind which made my
comfortable, elderly couple to keep house for you was a good hearing—for "the old shanty" had risen before my
My poor article has so far been rejected by editors—so I have laid it by for a little, to come with a
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
dearest Friend, for weeks & weeks, without being able to get leisure & tranquillity enough to do it to my
here before I am free to obey the deep faith and love which govern me—So let me sit close beside you my
—& feel your presence & take comfort & strength & serenity from it, as I do, as I can when with all my
heart & soul I draw close to you realizing your living presence with all my might.
The parents of Norah (whom he loves) have released from their unfriendly attitude since my Beatrice has
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
Feb 16/81 My dearest friend, At last I am beginning to feel myself again after a four months spell of
I feel as if my usual good health has made me obtuse & unsympathetic towards the ailing.
It was very hard for us to be sundered during my illness—but was the right thing to do, she was so much
My letter seems all about myself but then I want you to know why I have been so long silent.
I send you a photo of my little grandson. Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 16 February 1881
June 15/80 My dearest Friend, Many tokens have you sent me.
Often dear Friend do I picture you sitting on one of the benches (may my dream come true!)
I still busy with the proof &c. of the new edition of my Husbands Husband's book.
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
May 14. 1874 My dearest Friend Two papers have come to hand since I last wrote; one containing the memoranda
A great deal of needlework to be done at this time of year; for my girls have not time for any at present
May is in a sense (& a very real one) my birth month too, for in it were your Poems first put into my
My children are all well and hearty I am thankful to say, & working industriously.
Good bye my dearest Friend. Anne Gilchrist. Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 14 May 1874
July 14/72 The 3d July was my rejoicing day, dearest Friend,—the day the packet from America reached
I speak out of my own experience when I say that no Myth, no "miracle" embodying the notion of a direct
of the heart suddenly grow adequate to such new work—O the passionate tender gratitude that flooded my
breast, the yearning that seemed to strain the heart beyond endurance that I might repay with all my
to be so, now: that for me too love & death are folded inseparably together: Death that will renew my
"Democratic Souvenirs" (later "My Legacy") was included in Whitman's "Songs of Parting," which contained
Arthur Holland, one of the family who were so very friendly to me & made my stay so pleasant both in
My Dearest Friend: Your welcome letter to hand.
Indeed all that sympathy and warm & true words of love & sorrow & highest admiration & esteem for my
Please give my love to your sister, and tell her that her good letter spoke the right words to me & that
I also saw this summer two women doctors who were very kind & good friends to my darling Bee— Drs.
I hope you received my little book safely.
to care whether you found patience to read it—for I grew to love Mary & Charles Lamb so much during my
My Dearest Friend: I feel as if I didn't a bit deserve the glorious budget you sent me yesterday, for
live amongst anywhere in the world—and in this respect it has been good to give up having a home of my
outdoor life & the entirely simple, unpretending, cordial, friendly ways of Concord & its inhabitants won my
Novr. 12, 1872 My dearest Friend, I must write not because I have anything to tell you—but because I
impulses of thought & emotion that would shape themselves melodiously out of that for the new volume— My
Percy my eldest, whom I have not seen for a year is coming to spend Xmas with us— Good bye dearest Friend
Earls Colne Halstead August 12, 1873 My dearest Friend The paper has just been forwarded here which tells
My Darling—let me use that tender caressing word once more, for how can I help it, with heart so full
My darling.
around, returns once more, as I have every summer for five & twenty years, to this old village where my
in fact, the old Priory they have inhabited ceased to be a Priory at the dissolution of monasteries—My
Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871
Dear Friend I was to tell you about my acquaintanceship with Tennyson, which was a pleasant episode in
my life at Haslemere Hearing of the extreme beauty of the scenery thereabouts & specially of its comparative
It is pleasant to see T. with children—little girls at least—he does not take to boys—but one of my girls
nor understand the full meaning of your own words—"whoso touches this, touches a man" —"I have put my
My love, flowing ever fresh & fresh out of my heart, will go with you in all your wanderings, dear Friend
./76 I have had such joy this morning, my Darling—Poems of yours given in the "Daily News" sublime Poems
(one of them reaching dizzy heights) filling my soul with strong delight.
—The days, the weeks are slipping by my Beloved, bearing me swiftly surely to you —before the beauty
deep chords in the human soul when it is the vehicle of a great Master's thought & emotions—if only my
All my heart shall go into them—Take from my picture a long long look of tender love and joy and faith
Whitman; Dear Sir My desire to address you springs from a question addressed me by a member of my class
to secure a volume of Leaves of Grass, which I understand are your earlier poems— I should feel that my
Should you pardoning my presumption, and my candor, be kind enough to explain the points to which I have
I do indeed feel proud to have it direct from the Author, & to have my name written in it by himself.
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
Ah dear old friend as I hear from her young lips those soul stirring words of yours my heart strings
My children join me in love and good wishes. Sincerely yours Mrs Anna M Kerr P.S.
& persistence sufficient to write and publish such thoughts;—But increased invalidism has prevented my
preserving your cheerfulness serenity & kindly spirit through it all—I am writing (or scratching rather) for my
good, to satisfy my own soul —So pardon me & I trust the reading of this will not weary you With kindest
Gilchrist,and the intimacy which my brother,my friend Mr.
"My great anxiety about my wife lastsstill.
"My Dear Mrs.
"My Dear Mrs.
My Dear Mrs.
What is yours, my brother?" "Behold!" answered the Spirit.
Friend Walt, I have been setting at the foot of what I call my bed idoly speculating, on the past, and
met and called them Friends how often the word Friend, is missplace, but you have told me you were my
Friend and called me your young Friend, I thank you for that priveledge from the inmost recess of my
camp, expecting to meet you there I was sorrowfully disapointed on my arrival there to find that my
little Wife and my home, to enjoy a few of your leisure hours cheerfully.
He was promoted to full captain in the 25th New York Cavalry on 1 Jul 1864.
The books are for my wife "Mary F.
sings as well as I, because although she reads no newspaper; never learned the gamut; And to shake my
The first lines of the notebook poem were revised and published as "My Picture-Gallery" in The American
has been attached by a collector or archivist to a backing sheet, together with 'The Scout', Drops of my
am myself and nobody else, am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, — my own hands
I have lost my wits . . . .
I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, / I went myself first to the headland . . . . my own hands
however, physical and thematic similarities with And I have discovered them by night and by, above, and My
g g o my o e f n e v e g n y 7 s f d n m h iu e e e a e O a r ” o e e p b ” r m a n T o t n ) a h n a
w n n h w m 1 9 s e l , r r - , t n t e . e s e . r r e - t e e r e d o - e ; ) 0 n tev o n o te f my
ym teaah b m n e god d hlfo e u u nob e e mys u r W O e g e u W s r S r m e I t u s t F n d n , e re
aim'd at me—like flash of flame Right to my very soul it came.
An infant at that dreary hour, Comes weeping to my silent bower, And wakes me with a piteous prayer,
I, starting, cry, That mak'st my blissful dreams to fly?"
I know him by his bow and dart; (I know him by my fluttering heart:) I take him in—I quickly raise The
(My bosom trembled as he smiled,) I pray thee let me try my bow, For through the rain I've wandered
Sir: I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of your letter of the 5th inst., inviting my attention
Howell, & Rice, to which you called my attention. Very respectfully, A. T.
M. for the War Dept., and requesting my views as to the reasonableness of the same.
Sir: On the 6th day of Aug. 1871, you requested my opinion upon the question whether Henry S.
Louisiana, for falsely personating one Brown, a soldier to whom bounty money was due—and requesting my