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Camden New Jersey December 18 '83 Yours of 17th with the pay ($10) for my piece has come safely to hand

March 13, 18 68 My dear Doctor, Your note has just come to hand, stating that you intend a visit to Washington

My friend, if that is your sole object here, & you depend upon any thing of that kind, (unless you have

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,

neck, draws my face down, &c. quite a scene for the New Bowery.)

My beard, neck, &c. are woolier, fleecier, whiteyer than ever.

Now you write to me good long letters, my own boys.

This room is up on the fifth floor, (a most noble and broad view from my window.)

Fred, I wish you to present my best respects to your father.

John Frederick Schiller Gray was a captain in the Twentieth New York Infantry and later held the same

.On May 1, 1863, Gray excused his neglect in replying because of his military duties and "bothering my

brain with the detestable clerical duties incidental to my position": "I have just come from my Mother

, who, together with my Father, desires to be kindly remembered to you. . . .I lead a very different

I'm damned if I wouldn't have given up all my hopes in the future to have had you and my little girl

What a difference it is with me here—I tell you, Nat, my evenings are frequently spent in scenes that

a few hours a day at copying &c, occasionally write a newspaper letter, & make enough money to pay my

in my room, (have a little spirit lamp) & rub on free & happy enough, untrammeled by business, for I

make what little employment I have suit my moods—walk quite a good deal, & in this weather the rich

love to Fritschy, & Fred Gray—I desire both to write to me—Nat, you also, my dear comrade, & tell me

.— My stories, I believe, have been pretty popular, and extracted liberally.

Camden New Jersey Feb: 9 '82 My dear Madam — Yours of 9th rec'd received —I should be pleased to send

you the book—the price is $2—My Photo & auto[graph] are sold by the Camden Children's Home , Haddon

New Jersey March 7 '82 Dear Madam Returning here last evening I have mailed to you the two Volumes of my

328 Mickle Street Monday 2 PM I have just learned that a young man whom I sent to speak for me in my

sitting by him, and soothing him, and he liked to have me—liked to put his arm out and lay his hand on my

were hurt by being blamed by his officers for something he was entirely innocent of—said, "I never in my

I am writing this at my desk in the Attorney General's office, by a great open window, looking south,

Please unlock the case where my books & pamphlets are in Mr.

when I would come in, he woke up, & I would lean down & kiss him, he would reach out his hand & pat my

aye even their young & precious lives, in their country's cause—Poor dear son, though you were not my

So farewell, dear boy—it was my opportunity to be with you in your last rapid days of death—no chance

(in Portland avenue, 4th door north of Myrtle, my mother's residence.)

My address here is care of Major Hapgood, paymaster U S A, cor 15th & F st, Washington D C.

Jan January 24 '77 My dear Damon Kilgore | & Mrs Kilgore I will be at the Commemorative meeting.

Cotrel, Nicholas Wyckoff, & Thomas Sullivan, for my poor men here in hospital.

My health, thank God, was never better—I feel strong & elastic—an obstinate cold & deafness some weeks

Richmond & Jeff Davis, by this short but tremendous little campaign, of 2d, 3d, 4th & 5th inst's, is in my

Love & thanks to you, dear friend, & to those who are aiding my boys.

I had certainly made up my mind that we should meet with partial success certainly, but it seems otherwise

My hospital ministrations are very fascinating with all of their sadness.

the map of Canada toward north east)—then back again to stay awhile in the old city of Quebec—give my

America Sept. 5th I send today, same address as this card my two volumes.

Philp, just starting for London, a copy of my Poems, prepared with care for the printers, with reference

I wish to send you, as also to those other friends & well-wishers whom it seems I have in England, my

Many serious & wonderful things have occurred in our dear country, since you & I last met, my friend.

Philp leaves Washington this evening, & I must hasten my letter.

the Attorney General's Office here, of pay sufficient, & duties entirely agreeable & consistent with my

duplicate printed copies of a poem I have written, "Passage to India," in which I endeavor to celebrate in my

price, time, selection of magazine, and in fact all the points of that sort, I leave absolutely to you— My

Nothing new or very different with my affairs. I remain in good health & spirits.

My dear friend, I have just received your letter of the 7th inst.

A new edition of my book will be printed this fall, with another small volume in prose.

I send you my love—Write whenever you can.

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

My dear Conway, I send the accompanying article in hopes you can do me the favor to dispose of it to

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.

Dear friend, My feeling and attitude about a volume of selections from my Leaves by Mr.

since that seems to be the pivotal affair, & since he has the kindness to shape his action so much by my

The recherché or ethereal sense of the term, as used in my book, arises probably from the actual Calamus

tender heart, & your goodness to those wounded & dying young men—for they have grown to seem to me as my

In reply to your note of some days since, in reference to acting as my agent, for sale of "Leaves of

—I have recd a photo proof of my phiz I suppose from the flash light—I don't like it—I send you herewith

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

still & warm—I am still here in Mickle Street—at this moment sitting by the open window down stairs in my

— Finest sort of weather, sun, skies &c here days & nights—I was out last evn'g to supper and stopt my

Camden NJ America Thursday Evn'g Oct 4 '88— Still keeping my sick room but fair spirits & no worse—great

hottest day of the season—but I have got thro' fairly with it—& have just finish'd & quite enjoy'd my

Not yet left my room for down stairs— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Mary Whitall Smith Costelloe, 4 August

& sent to Dr Bucke —As I sit early afternoon every thing is quiet & comfortable—I have not yet left my

over, in a very kind & good letter—enclosing some printed slips from paper—one written by you ab't my

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

America Nothing very new or different, Alys comes often & is as welcomed as sunshine—I am sitting here in my

den as ever—dark & rainy to-day & yesterday—My Canadian nurse & friend has left me—(he had a good chance

along better than you might imagine—a bad physical brain probably catarrhal—& hopeless locomotion—are my

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

particulars—H Gilchrist seems to be thriving & happy—I hear often from Dr Bucke —I will send you forthwith my

as usual—took a long drive by myself midday yesterday—basked in the sun & drove slow—Have just had my

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

chair (but doubtful to-day—pretty sharp cold)—have quite rousing oak fire, & great wolf skin fur on my

Logan —a day or two before the "Spectator" f'm thy father —(so I am not neglected or forgotten)—Give my

Sunday Evng Sept: 2 '88 Your good letter just rec'd & here I am sending word back—still imprisoned in my

sick room—non-rehabilitated yet but middling well for all that—my booklet November Boughs ab't finish'd

—& a large vol. comprising all my stuff begun —I am here just at sunset—Love to you all old & young—I

favorable—I am sitting up an hour or so—Pretty critical a week or so ago—but Dr Bucke I consider saved my

life—I want to finish my little brochure "November Boughs" —it is ab't 1/3d done—Love to you, dear friend

Camden NJ US America April 19 '89 Am still anchor'd here in my second story in Mickle street—not much

still holding out after a fashion)—am writing a little, mentality—(sort o') & good right arm—I sent you my

up & imprison'd in sick room—y'rs of a week ago rec'd & welcom'd —I want to send over some copies of my

for there is nothing to write ab't—only the fact of writing to you if that is anything—Here I am in my

den as for a year & a half, but not so much different or given out yet—My sleeping & appetite yet hold

fair—you know I am along now in my 71st— Love to you all— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Mary Whitall

sill—every thing all right—had toast & a great mug of Whitman's chocolate & hot milk (excellent) for my

money for it, (& great good it does me, coming now)—Herbert Gilchrist is here—he is drawing & painting my

perhaps the best thing yet—Love to your father, yourself & Alys, the baby dear, & all—as I end, after my