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Whitman:— Dear Sir:— I am collecting the autographs of famous men and I would like to have yours in my

I go straight to my subject. Do not call me an autograph fiend.

your leisure, write me out on good paper, one side only, so that I may frame it with your portrait for my

best I am capable of these times (& that is poor enough)—had a fresh egg & nice biscuit & coffee 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

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

Superintendent's Office Asylum for the Insane Ontario London, Ont., 16 March 18 90 Here I am over at my

office in the main asylum sitting at my desk with a fine wood and coal fire at my left hand—every thing

I am quite poorly—grippe—attacks my stomach—yet I succeed in managing the fires, and keep the house comfortable

3-12-1890 Walt Whitman, My Dear Friend:— Allow me to express my ineffable gratefulness to you for the

immense delight your "Leaves of Grass" have thrilled me with, in the form of a few of my rhapsodies

under the ban of your warm regards for my poetic productions—(properly belonging to the 21 & 22 centuries

poems, which were received with much pleasure by the public—But they were the poorest specimens of my

work—Had it been otherwise—that is, one of my most select copies,—the people would have recoiled from

My dear Walt The enclosed will interest you—From all accounts the reception of book here is very satisfactory

We are here for my wifes health, which I am glad to say is much improved. Ever yours T. W.

March 8 .90 My dear dear .

I am today sending back proof sheets of my new book " To the Czar ." I hope to tear his bowels out.

afternoon—but we have had a dark cold storm two days—I keep on ab't same as usual—in-doors these times—my

other market perhaps—(if not, shall print in a little another Annex —for I contemplate such)—have had my

mid-day massage—am sitting here at the table in my den—good oak fire— Walt Whitman Whitman wrote this

This "Annex" would become Good-bye My Fancy (1891).

I don't see anything to whine about in getting old—think (on the whole) it is rather a good joke—my strongest

26Death Dogs My Steps (1890).

A.MS. draft.loc.00120xxx.00406Death Dogs My Stepsabout March 3, 1890poetryhandwritten1 leaf12 x 19 cm

; Draft of Death Dogs My Steps written in ink on the inside of a discarded and opened out envelope, addressed

Death Dogs My Steps

You know I am well on my 71st year—lame and almost helpless in locomotion—inertia like a heavy swathing

ample dropping pall over me most of the time, but my thoughts and to some extent mental action ab't

I have had my daily mid-day massage (another just as I go to bed).

Tho't of going out a little in my wheel chair but it is bitter cold today here and I shall not.

I have just had a drink of milk punch—am sitting at present in my two-story den in Mickle St, alone as

Feb. 27, 1890 Dear Walt: Here I am back from Pokeepsie Poughkeepsie in my little study to-night with

But few of my friends have visited me here, but here I sit by my open fire & have long long thoughts

How many times have I planted you there in my big chair by the window, or here in front of the open fire

Give him my love if you write him. I think I told you we were housekeeping in for the winter.

My winter has been flat stale & unprofitable.

Whitman Esq Feb 24.1890 My dear, venerable friend It was my intention to have noted my recent call upon

you, with my expressions of the great pleasure that visit had given me, but I have been prevented doing

so, from having taken cold in my eyes, subjecting me to a sort of vagabond life for the past week.

delighted to have you acknowledge this note, if you feel, it will not be a task— Accept dear friend, my

Whitman 1740 N. 15th st.Phila My father was John F.

—I have recd a photo proof of my phiz I suppose from the flash light—I don't like it—I send you herewith

Feb 21st 1890 To / Walt man Eq My Dear Sir I apologize heartily for my delay in replying to your kind

the page of "poemets" 'old age echoes' —which you were so good as to offer me at the price of £20— My

—& secondly my unwillingness to do the unwelcome & ungracious thing implied in my being unable to avail

I am so extremely sorry not to see my way to utilizing them for my Review & I accordingly return herewith

of four short poems, appeared in Lippincott's Magazine in March 1891 and were reprinted in Goodbye My

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

Also shall perhaps find time to elaborate my theory as to the guilt of Pamphilia of which I am firmly

Browning himself, according to my hypothesis, may or may not think her guilty.

business (whatever it is) uncomfortable enough—(I have not probably the grip but I suppose I must pay my

Y'rs rec'd—then Matilda Gurd is dead —I remember her well & most favorably—my sympathies & condolences

you—Mrs: Davis has gone off for a couple of days (more or less) to see an old relative & friend a sea-captain

very ill but better now—an addition also to his family, baby boy —Alys Smith here yesterday—have had my

vulgar excitement here is the LeConey murder trial—an unusual muddle & paradox — Finish this up in my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

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

Thursday Feby, 13 189 0 Dear Walt Whitman During my travels so far away from home; I have often thought

of writing you, just walk as once before into your grand presence & explain the interesting parts of my

occasionally (as while here) with an $800.00 order, I continue west to Denver & Leadville and upon my

long confinement which in my case & very many others was a gross injustice upon free men I enjoy the

varied & grand sight now ever so much and while Beer & music is yet one of my standards & enjoyed by

Perryville—Md Feb. 12/90 My dear Mr Whitman You will, no doubt be surprised, when you see the signature

I have often been tempted to write you—to thank you for your kindness in writing to my boy —far away

Studio 2 W. 14 th st New York Febr. 12 90 My dear sir I have delivered your book to Mr. Bancroft.

I take the pleasure to mail to you some proofs of my drawings and ask you to accept them with my kindest

Thanking you for your kindness at the occasion of my visit to you, and wishing you good health I am most

New Jersey U S America Feb: 10 '90 — It is near sunset after a bright winter day & I am waiting for my

supper—my young nurse is down stairs practising practicing his fiddle lesson— —I have just written three

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

& welcomed—weather-fast & room-fast here—(altho' the sun is shining out to-day)—Nothing special in my

the $5 you sent—but had sent you word not to—all right now tho—it is ab't sun-down—I am waiting for my

supper—My young nurse is down stairs learning his fiddle lesson—have had my massage— Walt Whitman Walt

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

Chicago Dear Walt,— The old war refrain—"All's quiet on the Potomac" —seems to have a new rendering in my

thought as I go about my daily work: "All silent in Camden."

with me an hour or so, and, on departing, asked permission to write a paragraph for the journal about my

But he made the worst mess about the Holmes talk, & my contempt for facts .

Is Mrs Davis still with you—Give her my best regards.

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

located, but the passages alluded to, including the "old varmint" story, appear in a similar form in "My

Camden noon Feb: 5 '90 A rare egg & Graham br'd for my breakfast—Y'r good letter rec'd —the sun is out

eye bother, or liability—& there probably is something in that—I have mark'd defection & weakness in my

"A Death-Bouquet" became the last section of Good-Bye My Fancy, which was later reprinted in Complete

Rukh–mabai, my Indian friend was with us—her first visit to Oxford, and she was tremendously interested

This is a most unsatisfactory letter—but I feel as if the fog had got into my head.

Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm

My dear Sir. There lies before me, as I write, a copy of "Brother Johnathan" Vol 1.

Camden Jan 31 '90 P M early Ab't the same as usual—a rare egg & Graham bread & prunes & coffee for my

the wolf away & the benefit of very light food-eating, wh' is decided for an old fellow— I enclose my

when printed—$10 each, one paid —So far have escaped the grip, (but I guess I have the am't of it in my

Philips and two photographers visited the poet on January 29 and "'took me' in my room—(bo't two big

Whitman said: "I am jogging along in the old pathway and my old manner, able to be wheeled about some

days and in rainy weather content to stay shut up in my den, where I have society enough in my books

I see a good many actors, who seem to have a fondness for my society. The death of George H.

"Tennyson still writes to me, as do Buchanan and my German friends.

"John Burroughs is my oldest literary friend now living.

My Whittier is in Funk & Wagnall's safe & is highly complimented by the editor of the series.

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

better here—La Grippe is "letting up" on us and things are beginning to resume their old course I send my

chair (but doubtful to-day—pretty sharp cold)—have quite rousing oak fire, & great wolf skin fur on my

Logan —a day or two before the "Spectator" f'm thy father —(so I am not neglected or forgotten)—Give my

well—Logan writes—am sitting here dully enough—stupid—no exhilaration—no massage or wheel-chair to day—my

Sylvanus Baxter's Pension Proposition two years ago—Peremptorily declined by me—but for all that & against 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

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

would be greatly pleased to place your autograph among those of some grand poets, such as I have among my

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

I hope you may stay clear of it with all my heart.

Nice, France, Jan. 16, 1890 My Dear Walt— I am still here an invalid—nervous prostration.— To you, far

Whitman included the poem in his late collection Good-Bye My Fancy, 1891–1892; the poems in that book

I am pretty well through with my days work (it is 4 P.M.) and after making this short report to you shall

Whitman, My dear Sir: The Browning Society of Boston will hold a Memorial Service in honor of the poet

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

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

sane people about the institution more or less sick. 2 out of the 4 doctors in bed nearly every one at my

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

Camden noon Jan: 7 '90 Close to my den the last two or three days—pretty dull every thing—alone nearly

I get an extra copy of the paper laid on my desk every evening & so mail yours without breaking wrapper

My sister the wife of Rev Dr Shields of Bristol is very very ill— She is one of the noblest and best

It is my sister Sallie. W m R.

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

I am writing in my office. I can just see to write without the gas and that is all.

Nearly every one at my house is more or less sick—some of them pretty bad (but nothing dangerous so far

My noble and dear friend—Walt Whitman, I have had the pleasure of talking for you, and of you again.

One man—fine—true and scholarly and sincere took my hand and said: "I am converted."

Then—when it came—it was so different from my fancies—but you dear friend, were not disappointing.

grandfather Geo:)—Susan, thank you for the nice chicken—I enjoy'd the eating of it well—I am sitting here in my

den alone as usual—the sun is shining finely & I shall probably get out in my wheel chair for an hour

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

Just as crept into my bed last Even g —Han called to me saying that she just got a letter from Walt and