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L comes every three or four days—McK is off again drumming—I drink buttermilk—a letter from my Australian

. | 5-11-91 | 1030AM | 9; London | AM | MY 12 | 1 | Canada.

Camden March 10 '91 Splendid sunny day—beautiful bunch of spring (hot house) roses on my table—poorly

of shade of improvement—am taking medicine, the calomel powders & Fred water —sit here in chair—make my

Whitman is referring to the proofs for his book Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

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

Thirty-one poems from the book were later printed as "Good-Bye my Fancy 2d Annex" to Leaves of Grass

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

for breakfast—am expecting one of Mary Davis's nice rice puddings (baked in old red tile dish) for my

that is too far, but it is general enough—fine steady sunny day, cool, some breeze—Warry groans at my

refusal to go out—but I have hardly power to raise my hand to my head—& this letter is mostly automatic

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

to ride out with him & Annie to-morrow—Warry had a good trip to N Y—got back that evn'g to give me 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

blackberries & bread & honey largely—rec'd a kind note f'm Tom Donaldson —am sitting here the same old way in my

worst of the weakness, caving-in & head inertia—but I feel it, the dose, for an hour after taking in my

both—his is one of those college pessimistic dudes Europe (& America too) sends out I am sitting here in my

I have offered & agreed to return her $5.00—one of Wm's subscriptions, thinking one of my books w d be

melange rec'd this mn'g —fine sunny day here—shall try to get out in wheel chair soon as it is milder—my

locomotive power decreases can hardly get across the room—my evn'g massages help me much—water works

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

are provided for, or plainly hinted at—to me its best points are its unmistakable atmosphere and with my

I continue in rather a lamentable condition day & night—(rather easier at this moment in my room all

entitled "A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads" and sixty-five poems; while the second, "Good-Bye my

I sit here tiding it all over—am just taking my supper—a bit of toast bread & rasperry jam & small cup

On April 27, 1890, Whitman sent Furness a copy of "O Captain! My Captain!"

honey for breakfast—bowel action—Herbert G[ilchrist] here last evn'g rec'd from (& sent back) proof of my

1/2 past 2 —still dark & raining—had a good pummeling an hour ago—& shall have another at 9 evening—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

be a rehash of what I have already said—still grip —bad head, pains &c:—am sitting here by stove in my

date & name of magazine & if so I will tell you—Your letter came last evn'g—Have had beef & onions for my

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

exhibits to night—(Ed goes—I am favorable)—& besides Dr Baker "graduates" this afternoon—you know he is my

Camden 1889 Saturday early P M June 1 — Well here I am, feeling fairly, commencing my 71st year.

turning (which were fortunately wide & easy) to the big banquet hall & big crowd, where I was roll'd to my

speeches from) outsiders—The compliments & eulogies to me were excessive & without break —But I fill'd my

binder, but expect them every day—Sunny cold weather—very bad physical cond'n night & day—still eat my

Camden pm Dec: 1 '90 Cold & raw & dark feels & looks like snow—nothing very different with me—my bro:

George has got back f'm St Louis—my poor neice niece Jessie (Jeff's daughter) was very sick (alarmingly

time, ab't the 12th or 13th)—They are thinking of a sort of dinner in Phila May 31 in compliment of my

beginning on my 72d year, but we will see.

mind-clouding was temporary—(the worst of course is the eligibility of returning & worse)—¼ to 2—I have had my

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

Give my regards to Mr.

Forman and tell him that I have nothing definite to say at the present about an English ed. edition of my

Dear Hinton, The bearer, my friend, Mr.

only 5 minutes from Philadelphia ferry, foot of Market st Department of Justice Washington. 187 I send my

Give them my address.—I shall be happy to hear from them. I saw Mrs.

Singing Thrush" (March 15, 1873, later called "Wandering at Morn"), "Spain" (March 24, 1873), "Sea Captains

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey May 11 '87 I send today by mail—same address as this—my Volume 'Leaves

Camden New Jersey Nov: November 4 '80 Yours rec'd received with enc: enclosed —thanks—I forward my two

, but up—yours of March 5 rec'd and welcomed—O how I should like to see you, every day , dear Mitch—my

On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would

Sent Rees Welsh & Co June 20 '82 Let me make my propositions as plainly as possible.

your proposals—I have had several—For one point I should like some publishing & radiating spot near my

own locality—for another to retain control of my book & personally advise in selling & publishing it—Will

I want to publish my Prose writings in a companion volume to L of G—Then there is a Canada man who has

plates of Leaves of Grass now in your charge have been transferred to me, & are henceforth subject to my

The piece appears in printed form because I have had it put in type for my own convenience, and to insure

correctness—I forgot to say, above, that I scrupulously reserve the right to print this piece in future in my

Dear friend, Breaking up a few weeks since, and for good, my New York stagnation—wandering since through

camp and battle scenes—I fetch up here in harsh and superb plight—wretchedly poor, excellent well, (my

matters,)—realizing at last that it is necessary for me to fall for the time in the wise old way, to push my

wish you would write for me something like the enclosed form of letter, that I can present, opening my

It is pretty certain that, armed in that way, I shall conquer my object.

They find me still hanging around here—my plans, wants, ideas, &c gradually getting into shape.

Not to fly off to these clouds, however, I must abruptly say to my friends, where interested, that I

Camden, N Jersey—U S America Sept 9 — I to-day send you by mail, a second set , Two Vols. of my Books

Stevens street Camden, N Jersey—U S A I have to-day forwarded by mail, to same address as this card, my

Philp and Solomon: My friends: I have to beg pardon for a sad mistake & piece of remissness—It seems

431 Stevens st Camden N Jersey July 11 My dear Philip Hale I have rec'd received your p o post office

order for $10 for my books—for which hearty thanks.

Camden, N Jersey—U S America Sept 7 I send you to-day by mail to same address as this card, my Volume

Alvord's receipt for my plates, in his vault. Walt Whitman to Peter Eckler, 3 May 1865

Or during my tedious sickness and first paralysis ( '73 1873 ) how you used to come to my solitary garret-room

and make up my bed, and enliven me, and chat for an hour or so—or perhaps go out and get the medicines

Pete, give my love to dear Mrs. and Mr.

As I write it is about noon, & I am sitting up in my room, with a window open & the bright sun streaming

I eat my breakfast with relish this morning, salmon, Graham bread, coffee, &c.

At present my head cannot stand any thing. Still, to-day I am feeling rather better than usual.

I have eat my dinner—beef steak & potatos potatoes , with pumpkin pie & a cup of tea—I eat very moderately

these spells are, (& seems as if they will continue to come on,) I still have abiding hopes & trust of my

It is likely that this will shorten my leave, & that I shall have to come back & do my work myself, about

I don't write, I thought I would send a few lines—they would be better than nothing— God bless you, my

I already begin to think about my return to Washington. A month has nearly passed away.

Then about the Broadway drivers, nearly all of them are my personal friends.

So I try to put in something in my letters to give you an idea of how I pass part of my time, & what

which it is my present plan to do the ensuing winter at my leisure in Washington.

I send you my love, & so long for the present. Yours for life, dear Pete, (& death the same).

get it Saturday—which may have made you some uneasy—but you need not be, as I still continue to hold my

proposed Centennial Exposition —I will send you pictures of the buildings soon— I am sitting here in my

& come and call on me, should he come to Philadelphia—Tell Wash Milburn, & Parker also, I send them my

at their bloody tricks till the U.S. (& perhaps England) steps in & kicks them out of Cuba—which in my

Well Pete, my dear loving boy, I have just come in from a 15 minutes walk outside, with my little dog—it

Philadelphia you think I would like to see, give 'em my address—I am glad to see most any one for a change

bells are slowly ringing—Otherwise it is pretty quiet—The last two hours I have been up here reading my

Nash & your cousin, & all, I send them my best respects—Also Henry Hurt —also Andy Woolridge on 7th st

the way things work on the road—It wont won't be very long, now before I shall be back with you—Give my

Nash—tell Wash Milburne I wish him success in the "graduate of Pharmacy" line, & every thing else— give him my

employment for you—now I am here, crippled, laid up for God knows how long, unable to help myself, or my

about 3½ squares the other way, has I believe 6 or 7 cars—I get out & take a ride in them sometimes—my

see that you too are jogging along about the same, on your car, with an occasional let up—Often in my

the hot weather, & especially since I left Washington—so I read & write as little as possible, beyond my

printing matters, &c—as that occupies several hours, & tires my eyes sometimes.

distinction however—I admire & love the French, & France as a nation—of all foreign nations, she has my

is—to say nothing—only a good smacking kiss, & many of them—& taking in return many, many, many, from my

It seems but a day or two since I left Wash, yet I am now on the fourth week of my furlough.

As I was on my way home in a 2d av. car between 12 & 1 o'clock we got blocked in by a great part of the

feeling quite an improvement, or let up, the last two days & nights on the bad spell I spoke of in my

think if I was fixed so that I had you with me every day, I should get well—good bye for this week, my