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much in it, the Italian papers I am sorry to say I cannot read (but glad to have them all the same for my

thanks for the paper wh- comes regularly & is always interesting to me—Second, I send you a Volume of my

spell—ten days, two of them quite serious—but am somewhat better—am sitting up anyhow writing this, but my

brain is flabby—my grip weak—The doctor speaks of a pronounc'd gastric trouble, from long indigestion—No

Solitude" —have no doubt it is a total invention (not to use the word fraud wh' is perfectly proper)—my

are a good many such—it might be worth while to stamp them peremptorily in future—I have included all my

a good strong willing nurse , & good doctoring watch—I send my love & memories to Mrs: F., to Baxter,

My eye got open at last, but is still bleary and bad."

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

My dear Uncle Walt: I thought you would like to see your little Kittie's face so send my photograph wishing

(from my dear friend, Little Kitty (14 yr's old) daughter of my friend Johnston the jeweler—with very

ONTARIO London, Ont., 16 Dec 188 8 The books did not arrive last ev'g to my great disgust.

My chief interest now is the pat , I trust I shall hear tomorrow morning that you are easier Always your

My dear Sir : I should like, if I can do so without impertinence, to send you my grateful thanks for

You have, through them, infused into my life and into the lives of many others, a fresher, healthier

I send you a paper which I read in October last in Warrington, Lancashire, and let my sincerity and enthusiasm

be my excuse for the utter inadequacy of treatment of a subject I both love and revere.

I remain, my dear sir, with grateful thanks, Thomas Tylston Greg.

I send my best love R M Bucke Richard Maurice Bucke to Walt Whitman, 15 December 1888

As I sit here looking up Brattle Square Cambridge from my proof-room window, the gay elastic children

My eye got open at last, but is still bleary and bad" (Horace Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Wednesday

The practice I had in America, & the vocal exercises that I used to indulge in during my mountain rambles

working men,—chiefly socialists; so I gave them as good an account of Leaves of Grass in connection with my

To my great delight, there proved to be several men there who knew L. of G. & who were able to join with

opposite side of the river, & the sound of fire-bells & galloping horses in the distance, drew me out of my

My American trip seems to have given me a new energy of assimilation too.

My eye got open at last, but is still bleary and bad.

My present woe is a festered pen finger, sore as death, and preventing me writing.

It is one of my afflictions, though without pain.—I will try to write soon.

very soon—The Sunday Tribune, (N Y. to-day) has a short notice — Walt Whitman am now sitting alone in my

We are all well here I send you my love R M Bucke Richard Maurice Bucke to Walt Whitman, 6 December 1888

action pretty moderate—rather less irritation & smartness &c than previous days— I am sitting now in my

hour or so—Sitting here now alone—quiet & cold & near sunset—wind shakes the window sashes—here comes my

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

memories to you—for I have them always for you—Was prostrated down with ab't the sixth recurrent attack of my

paralysis again and iron-bound constipation early last June & have been kept ever since in my sick room

Boughs" wh' I send a copy to you same mail with this—Also am finishing a big Vol. comprehending all my

ready for binder—I am still at 328 Mickle Street—have not been out doors for over six months—hardly out my

here & see me Friday noon, Dec: 7 I am up, had a partial bath, a bit of breakfast & am now sitting my

annoyance & sometimes severe continued pain—Last night was kind of half and half—had some sleep—have had my

It was included in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

here is this old Africa & very unhappy send a message to you in America who are helping me to bear my

They were among the last things we ever read together but a few weeks ago in England when my life seemed

I am reading your poems now again alone & in the bitterness of my heart in this place to which I have

come to struggle with my sorrow.

dead love & my living grief.

But I have a good fire in my office, have just had a good dinner of roast turkey and potatoes boiled

Augustine Birrell), so I feel that I can defy the Pope the Devil and the Pretender—(an old expression of my

the same blessing"—seriously I trust all is going well with you—and with the big book —I hope to get my

There is nothing further from Gurd and I feel my patience wearing thin again—all quiet and going well

is a year today since our fire—hope it will be a good many untill until the next —I had a proof of my

Saturday morning, 1st December 1888 My dear Walt, I want to introduce to you my friend Edward Pease of

When my dear mother was initiating "The Free Will Offering" in London Edward Pease was the first to render

You must pardon my type writer & my gossiping letter, but I wanted you to know tha that I & all of us

without it—have got it back again—it is looking cheerfully at me now from its bracket in the corner of my

serene as ever & getting on comfortably—had a present of some plump sweet partridges —& half one for my

American sent last night—I believe the books, printing &c. are going to eventuate satisfactorily from my

point of view & plans—no cyclone of success—but no special mishap—wh' is a great victory considering my

I can, at least, get my old place back again and may get something better.

My most pleasing recollections of Camden are associated with that old House in Arch St., the quiet Sunday

Traubel writes: "Changed his cover design at McKay's [at] my suggestion.

I keep it among my records" (Monday, November 26, 1888).

There is nothing new as to my plans since I wrote you last some two or three days ago, have not heard

I am not too well pleased at this postponement of my trip East as I am anxious to see you and was counting

this "After the Dazzle of Day": "After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark, dark night shows to my

eye the stars; After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart my soul

snow storm, quite brisk—well I laid in a cord of oak wood yesterday & am keeping up a good fire—had my

meant in it is (as I have before told you) to make the completed, authenticated (& personal) edition of my

Still in my sick room—less well to-day, but have had a fair fortnight. Clear & cold weather.

My visit East is likely to be delayed some weeks.

Still keep the sick chair & sick room—(now going into the sixth month)—The big book , (my whole works

My dear friend, Again a few lines to you.

The past summer & fall have laid me up again, & I am now entering the sixth month of confinement in my

I have also a big 900 page Vol. nearly ready, combining all my writings, last revisions, &c.

If so I send him my affectionate remembrances—I am sitting by my oak-wood fire writing this (cold but

Love & thanks to you, my friend, & best best regards to my Irish friends all.

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

Camden Nov: 20 '88 Still ab't holding my own & comfortable—nothing very new or notable—The Transcript

I send with Hamlin Garland's notice of Nov: Boughs —Still keep my sick room—Clear sunny cool to-day.

Camden noon Nov: 19 '88 Dear Lou I continue getting along pretty well considering—Eat my rations & sleep

for—have not written myself)—Coolish, dark, rainy here to-day—I am sitting here yet by the stove in my

The big book (all my writings collected complete) will be done in ab't a fortnight—I shall send you one

"So here I sit gossiping in the early candle-light of old age—I and my book—casting backward glances

over our travelled road…That I have not gained the acceptance of my own time but have fallen back on

I had my choice when I commenced.

I present my tribute, drop my bit of laurel into the still warm, firm hand of the victorious singer.

These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet, For them thy faith, thy rule, I take and grave it to

Whitman defended himself by reversing his previous commentary and writing "My Tribute to Four Poets"

remarkably fine sunny day, & I went & sat in the warm bright bask of it from 12 to 1—Not much different in my

I am still imprison'd in my sick room—Please send the "Open Court" (in the bundle) to Dr Bucke —Am comfortable

Whitman: I talked last night to my Waltham class (of forty ladies) about your work and read to them.

I always advise my pupils so.

good week so far—am either throwing off (or easying) some of the worst bad subjections and grips — My

combined, comprehended at one glance—and here it is—of course I shall send you a copy— I am sitting yet in my

sick room now in my usual big chair by the oak wood fire, & alone.

I have plenty visitors enough & good ones—my appetite & sleep are fair—I have a new helper & nurse, a

I think of you every day—& most all my friends coming here ask ab't you—I rec'd the letter last week

greatest admiration for him and the magnificent way he has behaved all through—I hope it may be in my

power someday to show my appreciation of his excellent qualities in some practical way.

New York Sunday 11/3/88 My dear Mr.

Whitman: You will remember my calling a few weeks back when I remember that I do so as a friend of Earl

I am as you know Wellesley Sayle an Englishman & am proud to be one of many thousands of my fellow countrymen

I shall most likely call at Phila on my way where I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again.

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

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

the army hospitals, and his noble tribute to Lincoln (not so tender as the really rhythmic verses "My

Captain"), are things for young Americans to study.

were not so close fisted, I should predict that they would buy copies of the book by the score, but my

I am doing fairly well—am getting where I pay expenses now, with my entertainments.

A wealthy lady of culture by chance came to one of my evenings at B's church, & was thus pleased , she

bought my Carlyle & Emerson, & engaged me for two parlor entertainments at her own home.

Gurd but I expect each mail to get a letter which will fix the time of my departure for the East (always

wish I could run down to Washington to see him while I am East but I fear that will be impossible, my

in a few lines, I shall only say the espousing principle of those lines so gives breath of life to my

and my enthusiasm was rekindled in a very lively degree by the presence of these two blooming girls greeting

B. " and has considerable to say of my "fame"—(I am not sure but we are to put E C S on our list of real

I am sitting in my big chair by the oak wood fire as I write—it is a darkish, damp, heavy-air'd day &

I am not feeling my easiest—Mr Ingram has just been in & bo't a copy of Nov: B. for a Quakeress friend

, & got some loose reading matter for a prisoner in jail I send to sometimes —my head is weighty & sore

Were I near you I should like to have the honor of paying my personal respects to you.

If you would write your name upon my 1855 edition, which I intend to present to a public library, I should