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The returns of the Captains who have submitted to the new law were first sent in, and as they were addressed

I will make my returns in this manner as long as the Mayor says so.

Deputy —The Mayor is not my boss, nor yours. Capt. P. —Well, the Mayor's my boss.

—I'm going to put my returns there as usual, if you throw me out as well as them.

Captains Powers and King afterwards went to the Mayor as on Saturday, and detailed to him the result

Yesterday forenoon Deputy Superintendent Folk requested each of the Captains under his command to report

At the hour appointed, however, each of the Captains were presented with a copy of Mr.

It was understood that if Captain Powers did not call the roll of the 11th ward, the Assistant Captain

Captain Powers however called the names as usual, and everything passed off smoothly.

The 14th ward men still hold out against the new regime, but obey the Captain's orders.

I enjoyed your letter very much, did I tell you so in my note?

I am better of my cough, which has been very bad, and I shall do well I have no doubt, but I get very

were—he asked if you were coming back &c. & when I told him that I had heard & should write you, he said "My

I wish that you were back here in your old room for my sake, for I miss you & shall.

My love to your good, noble mother, whom I shall some day know.

& did you remember to give her my love? how did little Hattie look? had she grown much?

Don't forget the three things you were to bring for my especial benefit.

Ellen O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My

incursions, no more new developments in the Ginnaty affair, no more detentions by fire or water occur, my

I shall get into New York about an hour later than usual, & put my baggage upon the Stonington Boat to

and now this is my third epistle to you, so I shall claim a word from you when you are able to write.

My sister & Dr. Channing both ask for you with the greatest interest, & Jeannie , Mrs.

My sister Jeannie's little Mary is very sick with typhoid fever too, but they hope not dangerously so

My dear Walt,— Your letter to Wm. of July 24. he forwarded to me in a letter that I got last evening.

Did you like my picture?

You told William you got my letter, so you must have got the picture enclosed.

It was in my first letter—I have sent you three, this is my fourth to you, have you got them all?

Just think, Walt, of my being a lion down here on your account, because it is known that I have the honor

Ginnaty was not to be my neighbor.

My love to your mother, & very much to you, always, dear Walt, from Your friend Nelly O'Connor.

Then lift your white hands, and my arms From harms And troubles the baby will keep.

Ellen O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My

But I have been very much occupied in thought, as well as much of my time in going daily, & some days

Give him my love if you see him. Jeannie is well, & sends love.

Give my love to your mother, & with much love to you - hoping soon to see you. Yours— Nelly.

morning, & was welcome, as any thing from you will always be, & the sight of your face welcomer than all, my

Lew, as to me & my affairs there is nothing very new or important—I have not succeeded in getting any

expenses—but it is my own fault, for I have not tried hard enough for any thing—the last three weeks

I have not felt very well—for two or three days I was down sick, for the first time in my life, (as

It is now about 3 o'clock, & I will go out & mail this letter, & then go & get my dinner—So good bye,

I believe I told you in my last letter about the strange way the baby was born in the Chaplain's—well

past week or so, the heat is bad for the poor wounded men— Well, Lewy, I must now wind up—I send you my

love, my darling son & comrade, & request you to write me soon as convenient, how you are getting along

letters)—some like to have me feed them (wounded perhaps in shoulder or wrist) perhaps a few bits of my

succoring of the stomach (which is of course most welcome & indispensable) I should say that I believe my

I have formed attachments here in hospital, that I shall keep to my dying day, & they will the same,

thousands in the struggle already— Lew, you speak in your letter how you would like to see me—well, my

land & all the items—you say I must excuse you for writing so much foolishness—nothing of the kind—My

have been sun-struck here the last two weeks—I keep shady through the middle of the day lately—Well, my

I have scribbled away any thing, for I wanted to write you to-day & now I must switch off—good by, my

was glad to hear from you—I am still in a pretty bad way —I am writing this over at the office, at my

desk, but feel to-day more like laying down than sitting up—I do not walk any better, & my head has

strength—very slowly—& shall yet get well as ever—Every thing goes on about the same, in the sphere of my

impossible in reality— —I got a long letter from Dowden —he mentions you —As I sit I look over from my

were men out there in their shirt-sleeves raking it up—I have a big bunch of lilacs in a pitcher in my

My brother & I are pleased with your plan, in general—my brother favors the ground story of stone ,—but

—I am not very well to-day —but am up & have been out—am generally about the same as noted in my last

telling me of Smith and family's removal—which quite put me out too—Nothing very new with me, since my

return—I have not written out for print any notes of my jaunt yet—I am well, considering— —Addington

has sent me a copy of the American edition of his "Greek Poets" —Ruskin has sent to me five sets of my

rec'd received a letter from Mrs Ritter—She speaks of a musical composition of her husband, to go with my

"Two Veterans"—& asks if I am willing it should be published—I answered expressing my consent Walt Whitman

In her letter on January 25, 1880, Anne Gilchrist added this postscript: "Please give my love to John

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey March 27 —I am getting well towards my usual (late year) state of

health —have had a bad time ever since I saw you in Phila —my own illness, confinement to the house

On March 27 Whitman wrote in his Commonplace Book: "Am writing this in my new premises in Mickle Street—slept

Camden Aug: 28 '89 y'rs of yesterday has come & welcome—I am feeling fairly enough to-day, after one of my

Street Camden New Jersey Feb. 17 '87 Every thing very much the same with me—quite completely disabled in my

know you want to hear—Pretty much "the same subject continued" yet with me—I am still imprisoned in my

May 11 / 89 Dear Walt: Yesterday on my way up to Olive to see my wife's father, who is near the end of

for some time, yet it was a stunning blow for all that I know how keenly you must feel it, & you have my

No words come to my pen adequate to express the sense of the loss we have we suffered in the death of

Drop me a line my dear friend if you are able to do so.

thanks—Tho' I don't get worse again I don't improve in strength, vim, &c at all & hardly anticipate—My

Nov: Boughs will be finished—& I shall have a big Vol. of all my stuff one Vol. — Walt Whitman Walt

not finding me at McKay's come right over here, as it is only 20 minutes to get here, & the cars pass my

door—look'd for you all the afternoon—the sorest pinch is I feel now it is all my bungling fault.

here for a few days, after spending a week down on Long Island, mostly at West Hills and Cold Spring, my

parents' places of nativity—& my own place.

It is now some two years ago since your poems were first brought under my notice (by my friend Mr A.

Ladell Balls) and their effect upon my life from that time has been most marked.

O'Kane has undoubtedly sent you all the copies of my books remaining in his possession—he received originally

And since then he has delivered about 30 Leaves of of Grass to my order—leaving only 30 or 40 more to

As said in my note, you now, (with the exception of about 350 copies of As A Strong Bird , which are

at my printer's in N.Y., & which I can send you an order for,) you now have my books in the market.

Strong Bird on store in N.Y., which I can send you an order for, if you wish, at once.) you have all my

Ed you too have my unalterable love, & always shall have.

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

favors & attentions)—I rec'd received about a week ago the P O draft for $15.20 from Mr Fraser, for my

I am well, for me—am taking a rest from my three months' visit to New York—our heated term now here.

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey U S America Dec 10 '78 My dear Josiah Child Yours of Nov: 23d duly

Aug 9 '78 431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey U S America My dear Mr Child I rec'd received your kind

Keep cheery, but remain a partial paralytic—I have now an edition of my works in Two Volumes (see Circular

herewith) which I have got out here & job & sell myself —(as the publishers positively wont publish me & my

wish any, the price would be $3.50 a —I send you a copy of Two Rivulets , as a little present, with my

regards—Any thing you meet alluding to me, or criticizing, or that you think will interest me, send me, my

thanks—I am in good heart here, but nearly altogether physically wreck'd (paralysis &c)—am living here in my

thanks for your thought & deed in sending me "Nineteenth Century" criticism—you have probably seen my

Street Camden New Jersey US America Dec. 21 '86 Thanks for the six copies of your beautiful Edition of my

431 Stevens Street Camden Jan: 18 '82 My dear Mrs Childs Yours & Mr Childs', inviting me to dine & meet

an invalid—just suffering an extra bad spell & forbidden to go out nights this weather— Please give my

hearty salutation & American welcome to Mr Wilde— I much desire my friend to briefly report & give my

June 21 —and now a second copy same—write me a line please to say whether they reach you safely—I send my

serviceable present, from Mary & Alys Smith & Mrs S. nice new sheets & pillow and bolster cases for my

greeting to you, & to Mr C —also to Dr Bucke Best love to your father, mother & Logan I to-day enter on my

Press my last little piece —you must chew upon it a little—my inward idea in it being the least literary

or poetical , & most physiological & scientific— My last letter from Dr.

, but I believe I won't—as it is not very clear or encouraging—rather dis couraging — Ab't myself & my

My house-lady Mrs.

could have befallen me—Hot as it is, & with several kind invitations away, I remain for the summer at my

I should accept with thanks from your hands any contribution from my Irish friends (Prof.

Yes, I should like to see the article in the Quarterly My late bad spell of sickness seems to have passed

gave him the letter to print—I enclose you the slip—how well & off-hand it reads —I am living here in my

Lay (my housekeeper) was attacked with cholera infantum & brain trouble a week ago—the doctor insisted

My friends: I have now just ready an article intended as the third & concluding one to the two already

I have, of course, treated the subject in my own way—certain parts strong & earnest—but there is nothing

My dear Sir: I send the article on Democracy. If satisfactory I should like $100 for it.

large collection to which I earnestly desire to add your name, especially as I am trying to complete my

well considering but rigorously imprison'd in the sick room—good heart but entirely disabled—printing my

write (moderately) & get out doors in a propell'd chair & keep good spirits—Nothing very significant in my

by accounts) is left with very little financially—spent an hour down by the Delaware river side in my

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

The press work paper &c: of the little "Good-Bye my Fancy" make a first rate, good, satisfactory job—

Respectfully Walt Whitman This is Warren Fritzinger, my nurse & friend— Walt Whitman to George Ferguson

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

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

Floyd, Dear Sir, As far as I can tell by my impression—which is a very vague one, for I have never seen

I am still unwell from my cerebral trouble—but still looking for better times, & counting on them.