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Jany. 16th 1891 My dear Mr Whitman, Will you accept this accompanying package as a sort of kindling wood

cast and it was decided in favor of Walter Whitman after Walt Whitman, America's Poet I have had on my

Dear Sir:— Accompanying this note, I send you a copy of the first volume of my collection "Poetic Works

Please accept it with my compliments and my best wishes for your welfare I am yours very truly, Frank

Walt Whitman, My dear Sir: I am preparing a series of letters for the above newspapers on How to Reach

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

July 21 1880 My dear Sir: I have long been waiting for an opportunity to invite you to my house here,

I mailed you the programme program some days ago, and now write to invite you to come to my house for

I shall place these and your full-grown volume together, and hand them down to my children I enclose

I felt of my hatchet's edge—it was keen as my hate.

my sorrowful cousins, and went my way.

Wife of my youth! of my early youth!

All my cruelty—all my former love—all my guilt—all my disregard of the sacred ties—seemed concentrated

My deeds were as good as my word.

Among temperance novels then quite popular were Lucius Manley Sargent's My Mother's Gold Ring (1833),

I would have stood on my dig some time longer if George had not brought some religious remarks to bear

But so you know my dear friend they are all real to me—and I often keep them months before I destroy

Many and many a mile have I rode on a Locomotive while in charge of a Freight-train and had you by my

Walt write to me and acknowledge the receipt of this—If you cannot, I shall still keep writing, in my

it seems Centuries)—Father used to tell me I was lazy Mother denied it—and in latter years=(but O' my

own pen, ink, and paper on my own table, in a hired room, warmed by my own fire and lighted by my own

friend the past thou occupiest in my spiritual nature—.

I feel assured you will forgive any remissness of me in writing—My love my Walt is with you alway always

My Father is Dead.

docks From among all out of all Connected with all and yet distinct from all arises thee Dear Walt—Walt my

I am not a drunkard nor a teetotaler —I am neither honest or nor dishonest I have my family in Brooklyn

cheated nor defrauded, any person out of anything, and yet I feel that I have not been honest to myself— my

family nor my friends One Oclock , the Barque is laden with coal and the carts have come The old old

New York March 21st Your letter in answer to my note came to hand this a.m.

Chelsea Ferry, & enquire for, Charley Hollis, or Ed Morgan mention my name, and introduce yourself as

my friend.— I am obliged to you for your kind offer of sending me a few of the sheets in advance of

—But of course my letter to you was not mailed, and now I have once more to reply to yours.— I am glad

kind and attentive to you, I assure you I did not think much of his bad delivery , but on the contrary my

New York April 30th 18 60 Walt, I was very glad indeed to hear from you in answer to my last, and you

to find your business was progressing so favorably, — In accordance with not only your wishes, but my

I am now back again in my old position at 168 Broadway, behind the desk. —So please address me here.

It shall have a place of honor on my walls at home where you are read and loved.

I should not want to leave to my children the name of a Stevens or a Marston .

became acquainted with your writings but your book but I am just out of college, and as yet I can count my

copy of the book for any purpose, I shall feel honored if you will allow me to send it to you with my

Mountain Side," "Ethiopia Saluting the Colors," "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd," and "O Captain

My Captain!"

My excuse for writing to you is, that it is a matter of the utmost importance to a client of mine.

I express to you my deep appreciation and love for your books—and well wishes for your health.

If you have not received it, may I send it to you again, when I will explain my wishes?

S.W. 15 June 1880 My dear Friend You see I venture to salute you, & to write to you in the same strain

His son, & my son-in-law, Lionel Tennyson, lives in London for some ten months out of the twelve, at

She is re-editing the Life of Blake, & I have a few of his letters, & she has been once or twice in my

W. 3 July 1880 My dear Friend I write you one line to ask you if you can do me a little favour favor

A few of my friends, who are poets, have been pleased to do honour to themselves & to Scott, & they have

25 Chesham Street S.W 31 January 1881 My good friend, It was a kind thought of yours sending me your

I will not trouble you with more of my views of this subject!

Whitman: Thank you very much for the "Two Rivulets," which came sparkling, and dancing, and babbling into my

explained that while I was away he 'got a very raspy note from Oldach practically asking that I take my

even more than I should otherwise have done, to feel myself obliged to say at once that I do not see my

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

Whitman, Though I had to leave my place of country sojourn yesterday before hearing from you.

I shall take my chance of finding you at home early on Sunday afternoon—say about 3 o'clock—unless I

Since I first read your poems years ago now they have always had a great influence on my thoughts and

I have found out the truth of your words too from my short experience of life in deed as well as in thought

Your Leaves of Grass I keep with my Shakespeare and my Bible and it is from these three that I have got

sketch of Elias Hicks is very pleasant to see, as like yourself I am proud of having Friends among my

I am going to send you a pamphlet which has in it a sketch of William Grimm by my best friend and fellow-worker

for I should like to see you in the flesh, but that is in the hands of the powers, I do not know how my

But I have no right to trouble you with myself or my concerns and I will stop here wishing you the best

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

Policemen should be directed by the Mayor, Deputy Superintendent, Captains, or whoever it is that they

Said to me, "I am looking about the room, trying to collect everything that bears my marks together,

Alluded to the "courtesy" of Youth's Companion editors.As to Truth piece had this to say, "My additions

The last few days has habited himself to my reading his postals and mailing them for him.

"They'll give you about the kernel of my health affairs."

He wished to read Morse's "My Grandmother's Religion."

But it was only a "preliminary design"—one he may possibly deflect from.Advised me: "Give my best love

How deliciously like my old friend Henry Peterson is that critical exegesis on your lines!

So it would seem my words were prophetic.

Don't let Scovel print it (as the divvle did my note to him—wasn't I astonished!)

I wonder if my life-saving career draws to an end. March fourth comes near.

I can't put my hands on it just now." Friday, April 13, 1888.

And then, "Yesterday—if I had not felt my pulse—known by its regular beat that all was right there, I

These visits are in some ways my damnation! These strangers—who make me deaf and blind!

And my sister, George's wife."

I never lose my respect for the printer boys, however they aggravate me at times."

My experience has been that they have left me honestly alone, always to say my say as I wished to say

Looked rather pale, and on my remarking it, said: "It is true, I guess: I am not feeling well: these

A curious letter (dated 3/12/90) starting off—"Dear Walt, my beloved master, my friend, my bard, my prophet

and his face assumed its serious aspect.He said again: "I got two letters in my mail today—one from Doctor

Harned's boy was there, also, coming forward in the dark when he heard my voice and informing me, "I

That would be my understanding of him." W. said he had written to Mary Costelloe today.

Then he continued: "In my mail today was a letter from Kennedy.

I said that for my part I looked upon Stedman's position as thoroughly firm and genuine.

Leaves of Grass," said W. tonight, "were neither moral nor literary, but were given with an eye to my

My old fencing-master, Boulet, (no better ever lived; he taught once at West Point,) taught me always

to cover my breast with hilt and point, even in the lunge, and I think of his lessons when engaged in

My aim has been to shut Chadwick up for good, for I don't want to be bothered on a side issue by this

Channing at Providence, red-hot for you, and proposing to reprint my Good Gray Poet at his expense!!

As to "formalistic literariness," as W. terms it (in reply to my remark, "It has not all died out yet

After further talk W. said, "The sculptor was here today—took a cast of my hand." Which one?

In talking with Thomas Sergeant Perry last night we fell to discussing your work, and to my delight I

Howells and he were two of my most honored friends."

understand: why, I am as much as anybody a weigher, investigator—questioning significances—anxious to get at my

Did not till later mention my own message. He answered: "Yes—and quite a long letter, too.

"Doctor returned me the slip, with reference to my future use of it—it is there in the note."

W. asked: "Did they understand my note?"

"I don't know whether too much or not, but I like to know my men—who they are, what they do.

Bucke called my attention to it at the time.

me—it is urgent, persistent: he sort of stands in the road and says: 'I won't movetilluntil you answer my

I have had my own troubles—I have seen other men with troubles, too—worse than mine and not so bad as

This is my permanent address.

Yet I felt that if you liked my poem [See In Re Walt Whitman] you would write.

to you to have arrogantly confounded your own fine thought and pure feeling with the baser metal of my

Seeing bundle under my arm he asked me at once, "What have you got there?"

—which, upon my opening, he examined with pleasure and relish.

have had a sculptor visitor—his name is O'Donovan—he is from New York—he has come on proposing to take my

Then I told him what S. had detailed and he laughed, "Well, I put my foot in it there, to be sure—for

He called my thoughts in another direction.

"It is a persistent cold: and it leaves me very weak: I am hardly able to blow my nose."

I shall have Specimen Days in my class during spring time.

chair here, folding my hands on my lap, and having you do my work!

My friend and yours, R.

"O for the light of another sun,With my Bazra sword in my hand!"

He said: "You have opened my eyes."

Bucke today referred to my letters in writing to W. This was a mistake.

But my first impression was a bad one and I have not moved from it.

"My half is in seeing you tickled," he replied.

My friends were fewer than my enemies but they blew a trumpet loud enough for everybody to hear."

That fits my intentions to a t—describes my ideal absolutely.

My book claims no merit save that of sincerity.

way of hearty appreciation of the new thought it might have gone much further and still come within my

Give Walt my love & remembrances. I trust your marriage will bring you much happiness.

Give my love to the wife.

It would not have been my explication—no, not at all.

W. assented, "That is true—I have had my experience of them."

My phrases would have been, original liars and intending liars—which is not so good."

word of truth in it, yet necessary to be asserted again and again—like the 'give-em-some-more-shot, Captain

And to my assent— "Well—I'll examine this as it stands—see what is suggests—see what comes of it: perhaps