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29 reporting that you had been downstairs on 28 to a dinner of "Roast Turkey & Plum Pudding" I gave my
or half-bad weather here—but I go out a little in the wheel-chair —was out yesterday—have just had my
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
fine sunny day here & I am feeling fairly—have just had a good stout currying & kneading & it fits my
W's MS— Evn'g —Am sitting here alone by oak fire—went out in the wheel chair & enjoy'd it—sales of my
Camden Nov: 21 '89 Cloudy now the third day—Nothing very new—my little poemet (welcoming Brazil republic
last four days—rest &c: last night satisfactory—rare fried eggs, Graham bread, stew'd prunes & tea for my
Fritzinger, has just been up to see me—I like the two fellows, & they do me good (his brother Warren is my
I send another piece ab't Dr Sequard —it is just past noon & I am ab't having my currying.
Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain
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
stupid as can be here—Capital massages tho' rough & rasping as I can stand like the ones ordered by my
criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my
I have looked so long for that autograph copy of "My Captain," for "a place of honor," in my collection
Aldrich wanted an autograph copy of Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!."
"O Captain! My Captain!"
For more information on the poem, see Gregory Eiselein, "'O Captain! My Captain!'
Whitman eventually did furnish Aldrich with a manuscript copy of "O Captain!
recall'd by O'C— I am sitting here as usual (the same old story)—have a good oak-wood fire—am ab't to have my
—have been out in my wheel chair for a 40 minute open air jaunt (propell'd by WF. my sailor boy nurse
) —& now 4pm Nov. 14 '89 waiting for my supper to be bro't— Transcribed from digital images of the original
of last hours of O'C, and then the funeral—& many things—but especially the evidence & presence of my
, en route for Wash'n—Shall try to get out in wheel chair a little to-day—nothing very different in my
jaunt—went to the bank—went down to the river side—sun, river & sky fine—sat 15 minutes in the Nov. sun—find my
head & bodily strength pretty low yet (no improvement)—I like my sailor boy nurse —I cannot move without
his help—my grub to-day rice-and-mutton broth, bread, and stew'd prunes—appetite fair—feeling pretty
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
My dear Walt The enclosed will interest you.
We are here for my wifes health, which I am glad to say is much improved. Ever yours T. W.
Louis Nov. 10 th My Dear Uncle Walt, I have been thinking about you so much lately, that I am going to
I am still at my old quarters and will remain for this Winter, after that is as yet an unsettled problem
was an admirer of the former, I think even more of him, for the good taste in thinking so much of "my
Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Thursday, September 12, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My
So all my time will be taken up with him.
I must now turn my face homeward.
ASYLUM FOR THE INSANE LONDON, ONTARIO London, Ont. 8 Nov 188 9 It is after tea (7 P.M.), I am over in my
soon as I get a few hundred that I can spare (and I look for that time to come very soon now) it is my
out—I hear f'm Buck Bucke often, he is well & busy—Was out yesterday (after three weeks' embargo) in my
with me here, but I guess every thing going with me me fairly considering —Am sitting here alone in my
den by the oak-wood fire alone as usual—my sailor boy is off to the dentist, for a long bad job with
Whitman I think it must have been my guardian angel that gave thee the "impalpable nudge" to write to
I am worse & not better, & now I have to go off for I don't know how long to the Pyrennees, leaving my
My road has seemed so shut up—I am laid aside in the midst of all the work I care for—fit for nothing—and
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
November, 1889 issue of The Century Magazine, (one full, one partial) which included Whitman's poem My
only three pages of one of the copies are available (cover, table of contents, and the page on which My
My 71st Year
My 71st Year
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm
Camden Oct:31 '89 "The same subject continued"—good bowel passage last evn'g— my sailor boy nurse (Warren
bed) had a letter from Ed this morning—so he got there all right any how—buckwheat cakes & honey for my
pummeling, &c. bath also & have had a visit f'm some of the Unitarian conference—y'rs of 29th rec'd —my
to-day to Doylestown, Penn: (20 miles f'm here) to visit & comfort a very old couple—returns to-night—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 Oct:30 '89—near noon Still cloudy, dark & threatening rain—My sister Lou this forenoon with a
nice chicken & some Graham biscuits—Warren (my nurse, my sailor boy) drove her out in a little wagon
to the cemetery "Evergreen" where my dear mother & Lou's baby children are buried—as she wanted to go
I rubbed my hands in glee after quoting some of the good great fellows (in England & America) who stand
She says, "I saw with my own eyes, his nobility & manners," &c.
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
They make an immensely valuable addition to my "W.W.
Bucke is referring to Whitman's poem "My 71st Year," which was first published in the November 1889 issue
Respected Sir, My object in writing to you is simply to request that you would favor me with your autograph
Belmont Oct 27 '89 To Walt Whitman I am immensely pleased (tickled) with the result of my little Wifekin
I rubbed my hands in glee after quoting some of the good great fellows (in England & America) who stand
She says, "I saw with my own eyes, his nobility & manners," &c.
Hda de El Rosario Jesus Maria Chihuahua Mex October 27 de/89 My dear Mr Whitman Your kind package of
a long time on road I was delighted I assure you to get them and they occupy the foremost place in my
of the old familiar faces—but I seem to be hoping against fate—as the manager here will not accept my
While I appreciate his valuation of my services I would prefer to go East—but have been treated too kindly
America Nothing very new or different, Alys comes often & is as welcomed as sunshine—I am sitting here in my
den as ever—dark & rainy to-day & yesterday—My Canadian nurse & friend has left me—(he had a good chance
along better than you might imagine—a bad physical brain probably catarrhal—& hopeless locomotion—are my
Whitman I think it must have been my guardian angel that gave thee the "impalpable nudge" to write to
I am worse & not better, & now I have to go off for I don't know how long to the Pyrennees, leaving my
My road has seemed so shut up—I am laid aside in the midst of all the work I care for—fit for nothing—and
My heart has been very bad for months.
Whitman found the visitor interesting but too effusive: "My main objection to him, if objection at all
nap of say four hours f'm 12 to 4 nearly every night)—an egg (fried very rare) with Graham br'd for my
He , I daresay, is not altogether wrong about my other self, who is possessed at times with the itch
I believe I last wrote to you from Carmarthen, where I stayed with my dear grand-parents, making excursions
thoughts, (as I dropped with ready strides down those Welsh mountains at nightfall, or arm-in-arm with my
Here my Uncle Percival, who is a Naturalist & Poultry-fancier, among other things, has a house almost
middling)—I have been sitting here, trying to interest myself in the mn'g papers—have three of them—& my
if there give him my love.
horse brush) & will give me another ab't 9 1/2—they are very acceptable to me—sting a little & make 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
Oct: 22 '89 Fine sunny weather continued—Warren Fritzinger , one of Mrs D's sailor boys, is acting as my
Y'rs rec'd—Suppose Ed is there all right by this time —Shall I send you my N Y Critic after rec'd?
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
send you by him a parcel of portraits—tell me if they reach you in good order —Am feeling in one of 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
I go now & get a wrap up: I have not given up, & never shall the pub. of my apotheosis of W.W.
It just meets my ideal. A book is doubled in value by pocket-form. My cousin has gone.
Camden New Jersey Oct: 17 '89 Thanks for the nice currants (I have had some for my breakfast) & the good
Waukesha, Wis., Oct 16 188 9 My dear Mr.
—feeling so-so—Ed has gone over to my friend Tom Donaldson's —D seems to take a fancy for Ed & he reciprocates
—I am sitting here in the den in my big chair—Ed is leaving here soon Londonward—is there any special
drumming trip to New York and Boston—y'rs rec'd last evn'g —mutton & rice broth, Graham toast & tea for my
It is worth all of my book put together.
I also send you per express paid a couple of jars of my nice currant jam put up by myself fr fruit raised
Grant, the General's father, addressed to my great uncle Granger, (Judge William G. of Ohio very wealthy
Jesse came very near marrying my uncle's sister he says. I may publish the letter. So keep mum .
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
Whitman has written at the bottom of the page in blue pencil: "I rec'd the currants—wh' I eat with my
for there is nothing to write ab't—only the fact of writing to you if that is anything—Here I am in my
den as for a year & a half, but not so much different or given out yet—My sleeping & appetite yet hold
fair—you know I am along now in my 71st— Love to you all— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Mary Whitall
interesting collection—a concentering of praise & eulogy rather too single & unanimous & honeyed for my
esthetic sense—(for tho' it has not got around, that same esthetic is one of my main governments, I
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
But you must know that I am an artist, and am able, out of my craftman's knowledge, to separate Art as
13 P M '89 Nothing important—y'rs rec'd & welcomed—Dr B[ucke] writes me frequently—still anchor'd in my
My dear friend Thank you—thank you!
From the condition of my heart death is a daily probability to my conciousness consciousness & I face
all my responsibilities in the sense that it may be for me the last time.
makes a neat looking little oblong booklet—what it may am't to we will see— The most uncanny item of my
Canada (London I believe) for the purpose of finishing his veterinary studies— I am ab't as usual (my
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
But as I did not receive an answer from you, and thinking that my letter miscarried, I concluded to write
10 th 89 O Good Gray Poet, When I read the notes on your life made by Ernest Rhys the tears came to my
feeling of the boundlessness of the universe, of the greatness of a man—perhaps, only perhaps, it may be my
glory to help others to "justify" your work; it surely is my heart's desire.
My excuse for writing you is the sending of a book; a first utterance, called "Voices & Undertones"—it