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My thoughts are with you often enough, & I make reckoning when we shall one day be together again—yet

a letter was received by me April 28th, (very pretty written)—but I have not heard whether you got my

I enclosed in it an envelope with my address on, in hopes you would write to me.

There is no particular change in my affairs here—I just about manage to pay my way, with newspaper correspondence

My dearest comrade, I cannot, though I attempt it, put in a letter the feelings of my heart—I suppose

I was sorry you did not come up to my room to get the shirt & other things you promised to accept from

O my dear comrade & brother, I hope it will prove your good luck to come safe through all the engagements

Now, my dearest comrade, I will bid you so long , & hope God will put it in your heart to bear toward

Lew is so good, so affectionate—when I came away, he reached up his face, I put my arm around him, and

As to me, there is nothing new with me, or my affairs.

I manage to pay my way here in Washington, what I make writing letters for the New York papers, &c.

My love you have in life or death forever.

Good bye, my darling comrade, my dear darling brother, for so I will call you, and wish you to call me

However, on April 12, 1863, Sawyer himself had written to Brown: "I want you to give my love to Walter

Whitman and tell him I am very sorry that I could not live up to my Prommice because I came away so

soon that it sliped my mind and I am very sorry for it, tell him that I shall write to him my self in

a few days, give him my love and best wishes for ever" (Henry W. and Albert A.

reply until January 21, 1864: "Dear Brother, I hardly know what to say to you in this letter for it is my

Dear brother, I am here in Brooklyn, New York, spending a few weeks home at my mother's.

I am well & fat, eat my rations regular, & weigh about 200—so you see I am not very delicate.

But the greatest patriot in the family is my old mother.

My room is 456 Sixth street.

But my letters are still addrest care of Major Hapgood, paymaster U S A, Washington D C.

Comparing your rec't receipt of my books from Doolady , April 28, '73 (239 Leaves of Grass, &c.

&c)—with the of books handed over by you to Butts (168 Leaves of Grass, &c &c)—see my last letter to

Deduct 25 copies sent to Boston by my order, & 3 copies to Graphic , leaves 43 copies (@ $1.40) to be

If you are willing to go into selling my books, I think you ought to have some of the little 30 brochure

I suppose look ab't about the same—(perhaps grayer & redder)—though young enough in spirit & now in my

My two books bring me in a moderate income —I am satisfied with very plain living—& bless the Lord I

am likely to have enough for that as long as I need— Tom, give my best regards to your wife, for all

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

when we meet, Tom—but some six weeks ago was careless enough to get badly chill'd chilled all through my

My great loafing place out there is a big old woods, mostly pine & oak, but lots of laurel & holly, old

Broadway New York from the top of an omnibus—at other times along the seashore at Coney Island)— Tom, my

filled & I must close—I wanted to write something about the running & matches, but must postpone it—Give my

love to all my friends there & you yourself, dear boy— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Thomas Nicholson

I live very quietly & plainly here, board with my brother & sister-in-law—have a nice little room up

some work to-day, most every day a little, but I take it easy, content if I can make enough to pay my

I often think of you and the boys & girls—give my best respects to all of them, Dick Flynn, Tom Bradley

My love to you, Tom, & am glad you dont forget me, as I won't you—try to write to me regular— Walt Whitman

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

Washington Feb. 8;—noon— (sitting up on the side of my bed.)

dear, dear sister Matty — O how I have been thinking of you, & shall all day—I have not now the use of my

Louis—I can but send you my love, dear, dear sister— Your unhappy, sorrowful, loving brother Walt Walt

too when awake) of Hattie—& of how it must be there with you & Jess —but keep on much the same, with my

My hospitals are dwindled down to a small force—but there are plenty of cases to occupy me a couple of

yet—Jeff, I wish I could now & then be home & see you all, even if was only a couple of hours— Give my

Lane, and the Doctor —I send my love to Mat & the little girls.

O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My Gott,

Mason, who "used to be in my party on the Water Works."

According to his letter to Jeff on January 30, 1865, Whitman wrote to "Captain" Mason the same day; on

About what is called the Conscript Bill (an improper name) I hope and pray from the bottom of my heart

every man in the land—I would like to see the people embodied en-masse —I am very sure I shall see that my

name is in its place on the lists, and my body in the ranks, if they do it that way—for that will be

With my office-hunting, no special result yet. I cannot give up my Hospitals yet.

I never before had my feelings so thoroughly and (so far) permanently absorbed, to the very roots, as

My dear brother, Your letter has only just reached me though I see the Brooklyn post office stamp is

I get my meals where I can—they are poor & expensive—You speak of the Indian office—it is a Bureau in

Jeff, you need not be afraid about my overdoing the matter.

I shall go regularly enough, but shall be on my guard against trouble.

torments my best, best love—Jeff, give my respects to Mr.

He was a captain when Whitman mentioned him again in a letter from May 25, 1865.

two "Leaves" in public —pleasant ride there & back in carriage—was paid—Love to dear J[essie] —O how my

out—(George turned 'em out for impudence to mother)—I write every other day, & send papers & stuff—My

like to come on, according to your invitation, & pay you a good visit, but it is doubtful this time—My

But I should like to have a good long visit home, & be with mother—my getting leave does not work yet

as I hoped—but I expect to fix it somehow, & go home before very long—I am very well this winter—My

Dear sister Mat, & Hatty & California, love to you all—I am writing this at my desk, toward noon, very

My idea is that Matty has the possibilities of consumption in her system—but that with ordinary good

I return to Washington to-morrow, as my leave is up. The little girls are hearty as ever.

I said, What is it, my dear, do you want any thing?

Richmond— Walt— Jeff, of course you must take this up to mother soon as you go home—Jeff, I have changed my

51st—George's letter to me of 16th I sent to Han—should like to see Mr Worthen if he comes here—give my

remembrance to Mr Lane I have writ to George several times in hopes one at least may reach him—Matty, my

In addition, he altered phraseology: "What is it, my dear" became "What is it, my boy?"

The Hospitals still engross a large part of my time and feelings—only I don't remain so long and make

It comes from a bad cold, gathering I think in my head.

Things here are just the same with me, neither better nor worse—(I feel so engrossed with my soldiers

, I do not devote that attention to my office-hunting, which is needed for success.)

Jeff, you must give my best respects to Mr. and Mrs.

Lane and Probasco, a pretty plain schedule of the manner of my outlays of the sums sent by them to the

Nothing definite appears to-day about the status or movements of the Army of the Potomac, but my guess

one of the putty nosed scoundrel's temporary fits of ugliness, but a deliberate thing meant for good, my

About my own concerns here—I must tell you dear brother, my general idea was, (and is) to make application

, one letter to Seward, and one to Chase, which I hope, (and though I have well learnt not to count my

night—She told me many little particulars I was glad to hear, though all is so sad—Nothing special in my

Camden June 13 '87 Am pretty well to-day (after being under the weather the past week)—Nothing new in my

Meantime I make about enough to pay my expenses by hacking on the press here, and copying in the paymasters

thing is favorable here, namely, pay for whatever one does is at a high rate—I have not yet presented my

letters to either Seward or Chase —I thought I would get my forces all in a body, and make one concentrated

Camden April 13 12:40 P M Am middling well—go this afternoon to New York, to deliver my lecture commemorative

them to give me the copy to make some little corrections—which I did effectually by going straight to my

And how goes it with you, my dear? I watched the N.

allow themselves to be squeezed into the stereotype mould, and wear straight collars and hats, and say "my

could go dead head if I was to apply—Jeff, I feel as if things had taken a turn with me, at last—Give my

love to Mat, and all my dear brothers, especially Georgie.

Dear Brother, I have just finished a letter to mother, and while my hand is in, I will write you a line

I enclose in my letter to Mother, a note from Hyde —nothing at all in it, except that Han is well, and

, it seems to me, like relieving me of a great weight—or removing a great obstacle that has been in my

go-ahead fellows, and don't seem to have the least doubt they are bound to make a good spec. out of my

I am very well, and hold my own about as usual.

monotonous & lonesome, as I can hardly get around at all—often remain in the house all day, most of my

time in the big chair by the window—afternoons are the worst & most tedious—happily my spirits keep

William Osler, Whitman went to see Professor Norris "ab't my eyes . . . satisfactory visit & examination—I

to write special letters of thanks &c. to you & T[alcott] W[illiams] for your kindness & labors in my

cloudy warm forenoon, I feel that I would just like to write a line (quite purposeless no doubt) sending my

love & thanks to you & yours—Do you know this is the anniversary day of my receiving the present through

Received from Thomas Donaldson Ten Dollars for books— Walt Whitman Dear TD I am here imprison'd yet in my

I have a copy of my big 900 Vol.

I get out in it every day—my only exercise—and I find it the easiest riding vehicle I ever sat in.

There is nothing new or noteworthy in my own affairs.

I keep fashioning & shaping my books at my leisure, & hope to put them in type the current year.

You speak of my prose preface to first "Leaves of Grass."

I am writing this at my desk in the Treasury building here, an immense pile, in which our office occupies

From my large open window I have an extensive view of sky, Potomac river, hills & fields of Virginia,

I gaze at the Sea while I eat my food and think of thee. . . . and often while I gaze thereon I think

Camden Jan. 8, 1889 Tom, if you have it and you can, I wish you w'd fill my bottle again with that Sherry

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

He says my copy [this picture] is quite as good as the original.

—Wishes me to invite you in his name & my own—You come here say ½ past 12 & we will drive down in my

My dear friend O'Connor is dead. Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman to Thomas B. Harned, 10 May 1889

Dwight, | My dear Sir, Your letter has come to hand, & I have to say in reply, that a new edition of

United States, in their present devouring relations, controlling and belittling everything else, are, in my

Camden April 16 '87 By oversight I left a book "Poets of America," by E C Stedman —in my room in the

there any situation in the Press establishment, (counting-room or writing staff,) that could serve for my

notes about Whitman's activities, and on December 27 he asked Richard Maurice Bucke whether he wanted "my

August 3 '81 My dear Sir I send you a letter for Summer Leisure column —say for the paper of to-morrow—the

Please give me, (as under Section 6 of your Copyright Directions of 1882), the 14 years renewal of my

My address is at this office.

names, sometimes Southerners, sometimes Western or other writers of only one or two pieces,) deserve in my

Among the New York editors, your and my old friend M. M.

The great steamer, (her name is to be "the New World,") mentioned in one of my late letters, could not