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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

undress'd structure (with an idea)—since Egypt, perhaps the cave dwellers—am sitting here in the big chair—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

"Ingersoll's Speech" of June 2, 1890, was written by Whitman himself and was reprinted in Good-Bye My

well to-day—weather heavy, damp, cloudy to-day—have been feasting on strawberries (a big basket f'm my

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

unwell with me—abdominal bothers (doubtless some inward fermentations or something in spite of all my

girl baby—John Swinton writes in N Y Sun (alludes to me)—Harry Stafford was here yesterday—is well—my

I could convey no idea to you of how it affects my soul.

I got it, looked into it with wonder, and felt that here was something that touched on depths of my humanity

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

s Purport," "For Us Two, Reader Dear," and "My Task" (?).

inclusive —there will be ab't 20 more—I am more comfortable than you may suppose Sunset Have had & enjoyed my

out clear & inspiriting—y'r letter comes—Ed has been down to the bank to deposit some cheques for me —My

Jersey Saturday afternoon Oct: 31 '91 Wallace is down stairs taking a lunch, & photoing Warry, (at my

I believe every evn'g) telegraphing questions here wh' are answer'd "Walt Whitman is not dead yet "—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: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

advice to those who watch the great games) with whoever the people put in — Nothing new or special in my

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

Nothing new or different—Pretty dull—my cold in the head rampant—I am trying to while the day with the

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

but must send it sure before long—he has made & sent me a fragmentary trans: of part that I have had my

is Edw'd Carpenter's, as you will see —( Nov: B is more likely to be read and take than any other of my

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

described to Horace Traubel in his letter of December 25, 1890: "I had a fall last evening and dislocated my

weather—upon the whole the finest December we ever had here—has changed, & to-day is dark & sulky & dripping—My

this morning—I am sitting here in the big chair—have eaten some ice cream — drank a cup of milk for my

—If not I tho't you might like to have them—Have had my supper—roast beef & cold slaw—ate with appetite—grip

Review Eng. wherein I read the piece by W m Sharp on Amer National Literature —nothing deep —my Bolton

have been speaking and all others whom you may know though I do not, that words fail me to express my

Houghton, Mifflin, 1892), for which Whitman wrote the Preface (which he later included in Good-Bye 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

evn'g, (after four or five days' stoppage)—upon the whole statu quo , if anything easier than lately—my

—had a letter f'm Lezinsky, my California (?

Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was his last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short

Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy" in Leaves of Grass (1891–1892

For more information see, Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman

Why, Horace, you have no idea of the exuberance of the man: he talks of buying all my books, of buying

Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his

book will be soon out now— Saturday—noon—Aug. 31 —Suppose Dick has reach'd home by this time—give him my

proof (not to be printed, I fancy, soon)—also just rec'd f'm Century a little eight line poemet proof, "My

Whitman's poem "My 71st Year" was published in the November 1889 issue of Century Illustrated Monthly

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

worst is this inveterate horrible costiveness—then the water works give me great annoyance & trouble—my

strength, equilibrium, power to stand up of my own volition & mastery are quite gone—Ed is very good—I

strong & clear—I am going to stretch out on the bed (rest, tide over , lay fallow , & such—are probably my

continued—Y'rs of 28th welcom'd —Ab't same with me as of late—head-ache (think eat too much meat lately)—my

to go to Bolton —(returns here same evn'g)—be there at 4 P M Tuesday 7th— Last evn'g rec'd word that my

sister at Burlington Vt: is much better—great weight off my mind—(very ill lately—jaundice) —bowel motion

yesterday—Chs: W Eldridge here yest'y—sit here in my shirt sleeves in big chair by the window—no decision

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

It connects itself with memories of my mother's like condition—her only companion often a canary too.

The preface was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

light—bathe frequently—some one has sent me Volney's Ruins , a fine added-to ed'n —carries me back 60 y'rs—(my

father had a treasur'd copy)—go out almost daily in wheel chair —have just had my supper—God bless you

three days—good temperature, neither hot nor cold to-day—I neither improve nor really go back—Keep my

room rigidly yet—have had today a bowel movement—& sit up most of the time—eat my meals sufficiently

will document (witnessed by ocular witnesses as this state statute requires) and the designation of my

cool and raw—bad feeling in belly and head regions, all day so far—had the preluded coca-wine, & then my

I am sitting here in the chair in my room yet—weather fine, rain at nights, to-day a little clouded &

Camden 1890 Friday PM Oct: 3 —Have just rec'd another good (pretty long) letter f'm my friends in Australia

antipodes, drives deep into me—The wet & cloudy days have pass'd & it is sunny & fine to-day—I made my

breakfast of oysters brown bread & coffee—have sent my big book, your W W, & John Burroughs' Notes,

with a cluster of my portraits all in a bundle by express to Ingersoll, 45 Wall st N Y (as I heard he

literary—but I find (upon second & more deliberate tho't) I have said it as I wanted to ab't Wm O'C & my

The preface was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

but laggard & a dull headache most of the time—partial bowel action this forenoon—I don't get out of my

the sash a little open'd—very moderate— Sunday noon Nov: 4 —Bright, sunny, quiet day—am feeling ab't my

for a better season, or put it aside altogether—I suppose Edward Wilkins will be here to-morrow—Mr M, my

Sunday Aug: 4 towards noon —Fine & clear & quiet—feeling fair as usual—cut up peaches, an egg, &c: for my

breakfast—am sitting here alone in my big den—bowel action an hour ago—Mr.

Yesterday & to-day I am perceptibly better—Cooler & signs of September—Still adhere to my 2d story room

moment—I have somewhere a printed slip of "Old Age's Lambent Peaks" & will yet send it—but I cannot lay my

hand on it this moment—a cloudy rather pleasant day, almost cool—quiet—I reiterate the offer of my mare

pann'd oysters & coffee for b'kf'st—Arnold is cutting quite a swathe here—he is so genial —he is one of my

Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Friday, September 13, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My

Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during

Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

3d day—havn't taken any medicine in a long time—(no doctors here 3 or 4 months)—sent the big b'k to my

enclosed —Houghton & Co. are to publish her book, in the way you will see—all well—no particular news—made my

porridge, a bit of cold turkey & cup of tea—am sitting here at present as usual—rec'd a good letter f'm my

my neice Jessie in Saint Louis (superior girl, sensible, intuitive, a little reticent, undemonstrative

foreign and domestic—Ab't noon as I send this off & sun looks fine out, but I suppose rather too cool for my

Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

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

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

in the wheel chair —was out to the river at sunset yesterday an hour—sleep & eat fairly yet— (made my

word or message I had to give him—I said (a la Abraham Lincoln) there was a queer old Long Islander in my

Sunday 30th 10—11 a m —Rather pleasanter, cloudy, warm yet—bad spell continued—have had my breakfast,

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

notified to you—still warm here but not so oppressive—graham toast, rare egg, roast apple & coffee for my

breakfast—Dr L here last evn'g—Mrs: D, Horace & Warry well—all good to me— my sister at Burlington Vt

Give my affectionate regards to all friends & inquirers Walt Whitman July 26 Walt Whitman to Richard

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

Johnsons at Babylon L I, & thinks of going on to see Herbert Gilchrist at Centreport—Still bother'd with my

Whitman's book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) was his last miscellany, and it included both poetry and short

Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy" in Leaves of Grass (1891–1892

For more information see, Donald Barlow Stauffer, "'Good-Bye my Fancy' (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman

Whitman is referring to the group of thirty-one poems taken from the book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) that

my Fancy (Second Annex) (1891)," Walt Whitman: An Encyclopedia, ed.

yet printed, 7) of his "American Literature" in wh' I appear (with good wood-eng[raving] portrait) —My

afternoon & all last night—dont seem any improvement in strength or vim —dont yet get out at all of my

literary matters by a sort of trustee-board, yourself, Harned & Horace Traubel —& assigned all [of] my

worldly possessions to Ed, & to my sisters —the "Nov.

sufficient frequent bowel movements—had a very slim day all yesterday —a little easier to-day—but slow, slow—my

Y'rs of 28th rec'd—Symonds' letter is here somewhere am'ng my stuff & I will send it you soon as I get

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

Sunday Evn'g Dec: 29 '89 Much the same things &c: continued—feeling dull & stupid—dark bad weather—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

collected Vol —Was wondering whether that w'd be detected—did not say anything ab't it, but it has been in my

accept the matter below it, & shall practically put it in action—as I finish I am sitting alone by my

faithfully—pretty fair nights yet—have been formally invited by a N Y Club (quite swell) to a public dinner, my

Mickle St Camden 1890 8½ PM Oct: 28— Sitting here alone in my den—rather a bad day—this grip on me heavily—sweating

last hour & rather better—y'r good letter of 26th came at sundown mail & has somehow cheer'd me—had my

fingers & rather pleasant as work to my mind— Have been putting the last hour in a leisurely body bath

—& shall have a good massage in a short hour f'm now, as I get to bed—Give my love to dear boy Pardee

am —dark wet forenoon—good bowel action—Wm Ingram here this mn'g—nothing new—ab't as usual with me—my

— Tuesday 29th —began sunshine but soon clouded and rain-looking—a rare egg, Graham bread & tea for my

attending—Unpleasant this ab't Mary Costelloe's ailing health & strength —I think quite a good deal ab't it—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.

The invective continued on November 18: "He is the worst nuisance & worriment of my illness —Keeps me

sold 50 sets in sheets big book $3 each—(I suppose some Londoner, Eng—don't know for certain)—have had my

early supper—out soon in wheel chair —pleasant cool evn'g— Aug: 29, early A M —have had my breakfast—oatmeal

rejoinder" continues to be extracted & criticised & talked ab't—(it is nothing but what I say throughout in my

them, but do not if too ill or stupid wh' happens at times—Sit here the same in the old den—as now—my

Whitman, late in life, said to Horace Traubel: "[I] take my Ruskin with some qualifications."

The "Rejoinder" was later reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) (see Prose Works 1892, Volume 2: Collect

Camden noon Nov: 28 '90 Gloomy & depressed enough these two or three days—My brother Jeff died Tuesday

Horace and Mr Blake, Unitarian minister f'm Chicago, here this mn'g—pleasant visit—a spell of my currying

My opine is that our dear O'Connor is better—jaunting at present for the time an easier road on plateau

than the C itself) —Ed Stafford has just call'd with some apples & a chicken— Saturday Sunset Have had my

dinner, stew'd chicken & rice pudding—have not left my room yet, but shall get down a few minutes to-morrow