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yesterday —Your letter of Nov. 12 has been read & re-read, & quite gone the rounds—much admired—I send you "My

am still here & nothing very new or different—I suppose you rec'd the Press with a brief report of my

Lincoln lecture in Phila: April 15—I go out every day with my mare & rig—sometimes to Phila.

close, but we are having a warm spell here—(now the fourth day of it) —I am ab't as usual in health—my

New Jersey U S America Feb: 10 '90 — It is near sunset after a bright winter day & I am waiting for my

supper—my young nurse is down stairs practising practicing his fiddle lesson— —I have just written three

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

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

Camden Sept. 8 '85 Just a line any how, dear Mary, to follow up the good wishes & invocations of my last

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

Warry wheel'd me up of course in the chair ) to Mr & Mrs: Harned's where we had a first–rate dinner (my

, (he behaved very badly & put on airs) and had a chicken pot pie & I had some of the c[hicken] for my

breakfast this morning—& some new coffee better than the old, (wh' was not good)—My appetite is good

ab't it (I think more of the boy, & I believe he does of me, than we knew)—He kissed me & hung on to my

: 16 —Harry and Becky were married last evn'g, & they came around here afterward a little while, at 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

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

On October 1, 1863, Babbitt was depressed—"dark clouds seem to be lying in my pathway and I can not remove

them nor hide them from my mind"—until he mentioned his beloved, Nellie F.

Dear sister, You have heard of my fortunes and misfortunes of course, (through my letters to mother and

Since I laid my eyes on dear brother George, and saw him alive and well—and since I have spent a week

The weather is perfect—I have had that in my favor ever since leaving home—yesterday and to-day it is

I write this in the place where I have my lodging room, 394 L street, 4th door above 14th street.

My Brooklyn boys were John Lowery, shot at Fredericksburgh, and lost his left forearm, and Amos H.

Sq Hospital, Sunday evening Oct 4 Dear Madam, Your letter reached me this forenoon with the $30 for my

the midst of those it was sent to aid—& best by a sample of actual hospital life on the spot, & of my

in the way of thanks—is a country boy—always smiles & brightens much when I appear—looks straight in my

face & never at what I may have in my hand for him—I mention him for a specimen as he is within reach

of my hand & I can see that his eyes have been steadily fixed on me from his cot ever since I began

After Whitman gave this letter to Horace Traubel on July 27, 1888, he observed: "My main motive would

with surprises—with fancy turns of speech—with unusual, unaccustomed words—but to say them—to shoot my

Since I last wrote you I have continued my hospital visitations daily or nightly without intermission

My dear friend, if you should be able to go, or if not able yourself give this to your sister or some

friend who will go—it may be that my dear boy & comrade is not so very bad, but I fear he is.

I send my thanks & love to yourself, your sister, husband, & the sisters Wigglesworth.

431 Stevens Street Camden Oct October 2 My dear girls (for this letter is for you both) I will just write

you a few lines without formality— It is evening—has just struck 8—I am sitting up in my room alone—I

pleasant ride out to the Park in the open car, this afternoon— return'd returned about an hour ago, & had my

get along pretty much in the old way— To-day Today I rec'd received an order for five full sets of my

books from England, accompanied by the money —(which of course doesn't hurt my feelings a bit)— havn't

up)—I am well—To-day for a change it is raining—but altogether I have enjoyed fine June weather for my

trip—Will finish my letter in New York— 1309 Fifth av. near 86th St June 26—p m Came away from Esopus

it over & over again —it is very, very good—so much about your dear mother , it brought the tears to my

eyes, & I had to stop many times—my dear, dear Sister Martha , she must have suffered so much, & to

got just well enough to go out, in a carriage, but, dear Hattie, I am in a miserable condition, as to my

power of moving—The doctor says I shall get well, but it is very, very slow and irksome—my mind is clear

Louis are addressed wrong)—My right address is Walt Whitman Solicitor's office Treasury, Washington,

Evn'g Evening Dear neices nieces I have received the beautiful book-knife—Just the thing, & will be in my

Camden April 20. '87 My dear Major Mr Gilder of the Century has just sent me Andrew Carnegie's check

for $350 for his box—Making my remuneration $600 for the lecture — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Major

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey April 18 1887> Dear Sir Yours of 16th with $250 (for my lecture of

My friend, you must accept the men's thanks, through me.

get out of the house—but with Spring & good weather shall no doubt be all right again—I truly hope, my

long—to-day I have been sadly pestered with visitors—every thing goes well with me, except the slowness of my

I have not rec'd any letters for the last two days— I suppose you got my letter Saturday—I have been

Mother, I am feeling very well these days—my head that was stopt up so & hard of hearing seems to be

hulls on—I go down to market sometimes of a morning & buy two or three quarts, for the folks I take my

little girl, (lost a fine boy about a year ago)—they have two rooms in the same house where I hire my

will have it so—that's the way it has gone on now over five months, & as I say they won't listen to my

insisted on going to market, (it is pleasant in the cool of the morning,) and getting the things, at my

Of the O'Connors, Jeff wrote on June 13, 1863: "I am real glad, my dear Walt, that you are among such

to-day—I feel so bad about Mat—I am still improving—but slowly though I realize some improvement every day—my

there, for any purpose—In some haste, dearest mother, as I am off to visit for an hour or so, one of my

$5 from Mr Lane had miscarried—this morning when I came down to Major Hapgood's office I found it on my

Mother, what to do about Andrew I hardly know—as it is I feel about as much pity for you as I do for my

cheerfully I would give them, whether they availed any thing for Andrew or not—yet I have long made up my

all do what we can for Andrew—Mother, I think I must try to come home for a month—I have not given up my

Well, dear mother, I must close—I am first rate in health, so much better than a month & two mo's ago—my

ought to be," but attributed the condition to his mother's frugality: "I have not the least doubt in my

got lost I am more on the alert and mention them)— The poor Frenchman d'Almeida I told you about in my

Mother, my heart bleeds at all sorts of such damnable things of one kind or another I meet with every

is covered with snow here, looks wintry enough—cold weather, but somehow I like it—I have no fire in my

is out of this world of sin & trouble—& I don't know as we have any cause to mourn for him— Mother, my

for somehow I feel as if I wanted to throw off everything like work or thought, for a while—& be with my

is pretty well over—they say the folks are coming home from the country, &c—I am glad I didn't take my

fine day—I am feeling well— Well, I have a long job of copying to do for Ashton, so I will wind up my

about the 1st of next month—I am getting along favorably, they all say, but have frequent distress in my

head, & my leg is clumsy as ever—I am writing this in the office at my desk—I send some papers to-day

May 9, 1873, Louisa Van Velsor Whitman said: "walter dontdon't send any more papers as i cant read. my

Mother, I have not felt well at all the last week—I had spells of deathly faintness, and bad trouble in my

—My head was the worst, though I don't know, the faint weak spells were not very pleasant—but I feel

(near 3d st)—it is not a very good place, I don't like it so well as I did cooking my own grub—& the

, to the Hospital, &c. but I could not bring myself to go again—when I meet black men or boys among my

wards of a hospital, & trying to give a word of cheer, if nothing else, to every one, then confining my

feeble, and have distress in the head—these are the worst features—but am gradually regaining the use of my

written a short letter to Hannah , & also one to Jeff —which they must have rec'd by this time— I keep up my

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

nothing particular to write about—but it is a pleasure even to write—as I am alone a great deal yet in my

Well, mother dear, I am now finishing my letter, over at the office seated at my desk—I do not feel very

My head is still so feeble—I suppose I ought to be satisfied that I do not go behindhand—I send you quite

a bundle of papers to-day—One of the Graphics with one of my pieces in —the spring seems to be opening

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

The publication Whitman refers to is "Sea Captains, Young or Old" (later called "Song for All Seas, All

opinion that the 51st is still in Kentucky at or near where George last wrote, but of course that is only my

such a misfortune to have such sickness, & always do any thing for him that you can in reason—Mat, my

little room 394 L st., get my own breakfast there, had good tea this morning, & some nice biscuit, (

They are truly friends to me—I still get my dinner at a restaurant usually.

mind again before me— Mother, did you see my letter in the N Y Times of Sunday Oct 4?

Mother, of course you got my letter of Tuesday, 3d, with the letter from George dated Bristoe station—I

Mother, I am quite in hopes George will get a furlough—may-be my expectations are unfounded, but I almost

On February 6, 1863, Jeff wrote: "I think I shall be able to carry through my little 'real estate' scheme

I want Han to come home, from the bottom of my heart.

I have almost made up my mind to do what I can personally, & not seek assistance from others.

We havnt got the money yet, but I suppose it is sure— I like my boarding house very well, take it altogether—we

Van Velsor Whitman's letter of February 27, 1867 was filled with complaints about her health ("i feel my

Saturday though I have little or nothing to write about—I am sitting here alone in the office, writing by my

Give my love to George, & Jeff & Mat. Walt.

a week —so I thought I would write you a few lines now, to let you know— Mother, I suppose you got my

want to go down in camp once more very much—& I think I shall be back in a week—I shall spend most of my

you are well & in good spirits & Jeff & Mat & all, & dear little California & Hattie—I send them all my

somewhat impressed, but I could not see any thing in it worth calling supernatural—I wouldnt turn on my

could write— Wednesday forenoon—Mother, I didn't get the letter in the mail yesterday—I have just had my

breakfast, some good tea & good toast & butter—I write this in my room, 456 Sixth st.

I am still anchored here in my bed—I am sitting up now on the side—Mrs.

One of my fellow clerks has taken a seat for me, & made me a present of it—the play is "Queen Elisabeth

I am writing this by my big window, where I can look out on the water—the sun is shining bright as silver

nerves) they say it must not be applied, for it will do more harm than good, might cause convulsions—My

I wrote to Jeff yesterday—I send you Harper's Weekly , mother, it is quite interesting—I still hold my

mind about getting a house here & shall certainly do so —At present my great hope is to get well, to

get so I can walk, & have some use of my limbs—I can write, pretty well, and my mind is clear, but I

cannot walk a block, & have no power to do any thing, in lifting or moving any thing in my room, or

Later a board of inquiry attributed the disaster to dereliction of duty on the part of the captain.

not worry & feel unhappy about money matters—I know things are very high—Mother, I suppose you got my

believe I worry about worldly things less than ever, if that is possible)—Tell Jeff & Mat I send them my

Whitman is possibly referring to Captain John Mullan.

Mother, when you or Jeff writes again, tell me if my papers & MSS are all right—I should be very sorry

ground is an inch and a half deep with snow—and it is snowing & drizzling—but I feel very independent in my

I have felt quite well of my deafness and cold in my head for four days or so, but it is back again bad

Dear mother, I wrote the above, in my room—I have now come down to Major Hapgood's office.

I find a good letter from one of my New York boys, (Fifth Avenue)—a young fellow named Hugo Fritsch,

Captain John Mullan (1830–1909), an army engineer, was associated with General Isaac I.

sit up several times during the day now, for a few minutes at a time—am gradually gaining the use of my

as I am lying here—I have not written to Han since I had the paralysis—Mother, you might send one of my

letters to her, Han , when you next write—(this one, or any)—Say I sent my love, & will be up before