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My dear Conway, Your letter of February 1st has just come to hand. I am willing that Mr.

I wish to send my sincerest thanks & personal regards to Mr. Rossetti.

To have had my book, & my cause, fall into his hands, in London, in the way they have, I consider one

Remember my request to Mr.

I feel prepared in advance to render my cordial & admirant respect to Mr.

Camden NJ April 8 1887 Yes—I hereby give my consent to the inclusion of the four pieces mentioned in

Rocky Mountains—gave out about two weeks ago & have been quite sick ever since (principal trouble with my

Tell Charley that I have not forgotten him—I send him my love, & hope we may meet again one these days

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

ATTORNEY GENERAL'S OFFICE, Washington, March 4, 1868 My dear Mr.

I can fully join in the same testimony, as he treated, as physician or surgeon, many a case under my

I send you, dear sir, my friendliest respects & well wishes, Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to W. O.

June 26 P M Dear John & 'Sula I got in all right before sundown—Still keep well, (& all the better for my

. — I have come on here, for a few days on my jaunt to the Thousand Islands at the mouth of St Lawrence—shall

will do me good)—This is a splendid city, right on Lake Ontario—I shall be back in September—I enjoy my

Camden New Jersey Oct: 30 '80 I to-day forward by mail (same address as this card) my two Vols: according

Hiskey and Captain Respegius Edward Lindell worked for the Camden ferries (Specimen Days, ed.

If convenient I sh'd like to have you send this note to E P G. with my thanks and regards— Walt Whitman

course they are original autograph & date—Am getting along ab't as usual—have just lighted a fire in my

stove, & had the big old wolf-skin spread on the back of my chair — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Elizabeth

Camden, New Jersey Aug: 13 '91 Let me send my little word too to J R Lowell's memory.

Commemoration Ode," which has often, since its publication, been contrasted with Whitman's own tribute, "O Captain

My Captain!" For further information on Whitman's views of Lowell, see William A.

tenacity—of course a capital sign—I will send a few suggestion–notes— W W This card relates to the ms of my

431 Stevens st cor West Camden N Jersey U S America— March 19 My dearest friend, I did not know at all

till supper with my sister-in-law last evening that you had had a conversation with her about, & special

interest in, my pecuniary condition, &c.

room house on it, in which I might live plainly & comfortably the rest of my days—& that is still my

My great wish still is to put up for myself this little three or four room home for the rest of my days

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey May 31 '87 My dear T W Will you do something for me, in the Press

Thursday P M Oct: 9 '84 My dear Williams I leave you this in hopes you can use it in to-morrow's paper

328 Mickle Street Camden Oct 12 pm My dear Williams After I sent your note in answer yesterday—& reading

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey April 18—pm— I have just mailed to you my two Volumes, Centennial

ALLEN THORNDIKE RICE LA 1565 328 Mickle street Camden New Jersey Dec: 10 1885 Thank you my dear J R—&

328 Mickle street Camden New Jersey U S America Feb: February 11 '86 My dear K C I send you the two Volumes

Camden N J Sept: September 6 I cheerfully give permission to print "O Captain My Captain" in your book

A-1127 328 Mickle Street Camden Dec. 14 '84 My dear friend Upon the whole I shall have to beg off from

Give my friendliest greetings & wishes to Miss Terry & Mr Irving—Should they, or either, feel any day—say

328 Mickle street Camden New Jersey April 13 '86 My Dear Prof: Carson Yours rec'd recieved —The copy

to have seen you—I am ab't about the same in health &c—(nothing at all to brag of)—I read publicly my

hear from Han, but I suppose she is getting along in the same old way—As I am writing this letter at my

how funny the world is governed—& lots of queer doings that outsiders never dream of— Well, mother, my

Jim is dissatisfied unless I write pretty often, whether there is any thing to write about or not—My

to heal so that he can sit up, & then gradually move about, & so in due time be able to travel— So, my

friend, farewell for present, & I pray that God may be with you, & though we are strangers I send my

fight—I carry an umbrella, and if the sun gets to fall on me good & strong, any of the real hot days, my

I have made up my mind that the camp hospitals are pretty well cleaned out, the worst cases are here

The more I see of them in the Army, the higher & broader my estimate of them.

So, doctor, I still remain here in Washington, occupying my time nearly altogether among the wounded

require it—I never undressed coldest nights last winter—tired oft as an old vetrans , I dropped in my

narative. narrative Got a heater last winter, gave a picture for it—pipe passed into chimney through my

room mad made it comfortable— My sister on Staten Island has been dangerously ill for some weeks—now

several children and grand children—sincere— guiless— guileless beloved——I have not seen either of my

Just as crept into my bed last Even g —Han called to me saying that she just got a letter from Walt and

March 19, 1867 Dearest mother, I got both your letters last week, & they were a relief to my mind—I want

John Burroughs to–day— Mother dear, as soon as I hear from you, I will write more particular about my

Mother, I shall probably send the order in my next.

I was so warm & snug & my nest was so well feathered; but I have really cut loose & do not expect to

I am wearing my overcoat—You see, mother, I am likely to prove a true prophet about Greeley —He is not

My vacation is nearly done, & in four or five days more I shall be back in Washington.

here in Providence—I have been with him a good deal—he is not very well, but goes around—Will finish my

It is too bad you don't get my letters Tuesday, as I send them in ample time Monday—they are in the p

the wife's & his kindness to me—but probably it is doubtful if he calls— Mother, I am sitting here by my

in Atlantic street, on some accounts, but there is always something—I have not been satisfied with my

several weeks ago, I tried another place & room for a couple of days & nights on trial, without giving up my

old room—Well, I was glad enough to go back to my old place & stay there—I was glad enough I hadn't

—So you see my official life, with all its monotony, is not without a little fun, now & then, for a change

Two of her pictures I have seen, are real good—Well she wants to make a portrait of my beautiful countenance

& came to ask me to sit for her—Well I consented—but don't think I shall begin until I return from my

& melting here for two or three days—but there is a cool fresh breeze blowing in here, as I finish my

Well, I believe that is all—only to send you my love, mother dear—same to George—write all the domestic

hear—But, Mother, you must not worry about it—it will be arranged some way— There is nothing new in my

I write this at my desk—spring is quite advanced here—it is a damp, misty, cloudy forenoon—but pleasant—I

James Gray, Bookbinder 16 Spruce st. 4th floor, is the custodian of the sheets of my Leaves of Grass,

Mother, all the news I have to write about my affairs, is the same old thing—we have had another long

this week—they have carried all their measures successfully over the President—I am writing this at my

already—the grass & trees are beginning to look green—they have made a large flower garden right in front of my

idea for days & days, & of course suffered awfully—One of the watchmen of the Treasury, (formerly a Captain

Walt If Mary & the girls come, you must give them my love, & tell Mary I shall send her a small package

My dear Mr. McGuire, The money you gave me for Mr.

My head does not get right, that being still the trouble—the feeling now being as if it were in the centre

I keep pretty good spirits, however, & still make my calculations on getting well.

They are the rooms in which my mother died, with all the accustomed furniture, I have long been so used

I have written to Harry Douglas, my fellow clerk in the office, asking him to send me my letters here

My lift at the Ashton's was a great help to me—the change from the 15th st. rooms, & then the weather

My dear friend, I am here a while on leave—am in good health as usual—have been engaged in electrotyping

a new edition of my book in better form—You sent me word a year or more ago of some Boston publisher

, or bookseller, who was willing (or perhaps wished) to sell my book —Who was it?

biography, The Ferry Boy and the Financier (Boston: Walker and Wise, 1864); he described their meetings in My

O'Connor in 1867: "Every year confirms my earliest impression, that no book has approached the power

I have just written to the Postmaster at Washington, asking him to forward my letters here, as I suppose

In my case there is no notable amendment—& not much change—I have irregular spells of serious distress

the day or night only, with intervals in which, (while I remain still,) I feel comparatively easy—but my

C[lerk] at which I am truly pleased —Nelly, as I suppose you will see this letter, I will send you my

& did he say any thing new about my sickness or symptoms?

Trübner & Company, Dear Sirs, Please make out acc't account of sales of my books, Leaves of Grass &c.

for the closing year, & remit me am't amount due, by mail here, by draft payable to my order.

letter of May 14 has come to hand to-day, reminding me of your being in Armory Square Hospital & of my

I send you my love, & to your dear children & wife the same.

it is just comfort enough to be together, almost without any thing else)— I remain about the same in my

red, (though looking now very old & gray, but that is nothing new)—weigh 185 now—am badly lamed in my

am well situated here—but very lonesome —have no near friends, (in the deepest sense) here at hand—my

Nov. 24, 18 68 Dearest Mother, I suppose you got my letter last Saturday, 21st—All goes along at present

last—To-day it is very fine—I should like to be with you on Thanksgiving, Thursday—I shall take dinner at my

Benedict told me yesterday to bring any of my friends to dinner I wanted to—I still have the same room—I

the office that keep me hard at it— Love to you, dearest mother—& to all— I have had to scratch off my

letter in a hurry, but I wanted you to have something, according to promise in my last.