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Howard Lake, Minn Minnesota July 21, 1875 My Dear Friend Walt I was glad to hear from you But Sory Sorry

to know that your Health was not Improving But glad that you remember me My health's Failig Failing

I am trying for an Envelid Invalid Pentian Pension I have Now only the Need of to two witnesses of my

M D Halans is my agent St.

Paul Howard Lake is Improving Fast I wished you would come and visit this place My wife sends her Best

left yesterday in the 4 p m train, had a fine run to Phila: Philadelphia & here I am to-day today in my

regular den—all the better for my month's trip— Nothing very new—brother & sister well as usual—my two

I suppose you got the Tribune of July 4 with my letter in.

Walt Whitman I eat my biscuits for supper only—have two or three of them in a bowl soak'd for an hour

America Feb. 6 1892 Camden N J—U S America Feb.6 '92 Well I must send you all dear fellows a word from my

All are good—physical conditions &c. are not so bad as you might suppose, only my suffering[s] much of

the time are fearful—Again I repeat my thanks to you & cheery British friends may be last—my right arm

must combine all the bulk people of all lands, the women not forgetting—But the mustard plaster on my

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

My copies of the Eng[ineering] Record with article have not come—slips also not come—I hope they will

—& will ask you if convenient to jog the editor's memory—Horace, ab't the kind mention & offer ab't my

and will write you further—also ab't the sculptor—am unwell to–day— Walt Whitman Tho' I sit up & eat my

rations & have my right arm & (sort o') mentality I am paralyzed & utterly disabled here—cannot walk

across the room—my respects to Worthen —show him this— Walt Whitman to Horace Tarr, 13 December 1890

"I would like to go on record as having a feeling of the utmost friendliness to all my fellow poets.

As to my works, I am in a peculiar position.

My works 'Leaves of Grass,' and my prose work, 'Specimen Days,' are printed and on sale, but still I

As I grow older I become the more confirmed in my adherence to my original theories.

Grant, in which are embodied all my original theories.

My Dear Whitman— I return the J. Burroughs Book. & the pamphlet with thanks.

The Burroughs book fed me on my journey home, so that I had to buy no other reading.

I shall cherish the memory of that blessed January 2nd '85 to the end of my days.

I must send you my N. Orleans articles. My Creole article in Lit.

it be the means of my being able to publish it. Dr.

As I am now sitting in my room & have no desire to go to bed yet, I will commence another.

Give my best respects to George Smith —also to Pensey Bell & his brother George —also to Mr.

Shedd —and in fact to all my railroad friends, whenever they inquire after me— Dear son, I can almost

about the heavenly bodies—& in the midst of it I look around & find you fast asleep, & your head on my

shoulder like a chunk of wood—an awful compliment to my lecturing powers.

54 Manchester Rd Bolton England July 15 th , 1891 My Dear Old Friend, This is a sacred day for me—a day

hand, sat & talked with you—a day for ever memorable to me as one of the three supremely Happy Days in my

These are:— I The Day when I was "capped" & received my Degree at the University of Edinburgh— (Aug 1

And yet I seem to have known you all my life!

Give him my love! " Yes little birdie; I will send him your loving message, along with my own.

am always glad to get any letters from you dear boy)—Harry, you certainly know well enough you have my

it all—I go back to the times at Timber Creek beginning most five years ago, & the banks & spring, & my

should not be a living man to-day —I think & remember deeply these things & they comfort me— & you my

—Of the occasional ridiculous little storms & squalls of the past I have quite discarded them from my

you will too—the other recollections overtop them altogether, & occupy the only permanent place in my

1882 June 10th 29 Lange Strasse Dresden My dear Whitman I learn to day to my great surprise that the

This will perhaps lead to my finding a collaborateur for the translation—said translation owing to press

of other business has not been very rigorously pursued lately, but after this month I shall take off my

Yet then, and always, that was the cause that had my affection & interest—only I saw such obstacles in

Now all that has changed itself in my mind.

My Dear friend Walt Whitman I have written so many letters to you dictated by Charles that I feel a painful

although I thought he was likely to die any time, still I find I was unprepared for his departure & my

I look at my three children & think what a work I have got left to perform.

My Mother from Massachusetts is with me for a few days and it is a great comfort.

New Haven, Conn see notes Dec 18 1888 from Mrs Hine | ab't my dear friend C.H. Mrs.

A carol closing sixty-nine—a résumé—a repetition, My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same, Of

ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry; Of you, my Land—your rivers, prairies, States—you, mottled

entire—Of north, south, east and west, your items all; Of me myself—the jocund heart yet beating in my

, old, poor and paralyzed—the strange inertia falling pall-like round me, The burning fires down in my

see notes July 29, '88 | also Aug 1 All right my dear J R —$60 for the Booth article will do, in full

—(I reserve the right of printing it in future collections of my writings—this is indispensable.)

I have been & am lingering under the miserable inertia following my sunstroke—otherwise should have sent

you one or two articles—have them on the stocks— Am very slowly gaining the tally of my previous strength—had

My Whittier is in Funk & Wagnall's safe & is highly complimented by the editor of the series.

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

431 Stevens street Camden New Jersey US America Sept 8 '76 Edward Dowden My dear friend I send you by

Dowden's set was directed right—My second batch of the new edition (600 copies each Vol.) is at last

I have many things to say to you my dear friend.

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

Camden Dec December 19/1875 1876 My dear Johnston, Yours of yesterday rec'd.

My nephew & I when traveling always share the same room together & the same bed, & would like best to

I want to bring on a lot of my books, new edition, & sell them, so I can raise a little money (—& that

is what my young man is for.)

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

Private My dear Sir: I send herewith a proof of my poem, for convenience for use in your paper, should

I fear his hearers hardly comprehended his lines, or dreamed at what he was driving, and some in my immediate

Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Friday, September 13, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My

My dear Walt— You will find the article you sent will be in the Times of this morning, when it is published

My brother William sailed for Port Royal ten days ago—to be present at the attack on Charleston—if it

would be of any service to you in any way, I know he would be rejoiced to serve you, if you mentioned my

I got it, looked into it with wonder, and felt that here was something that touched on depths of my humanity

I did not get my load of cabbage sold, had to leave them with a commissioner, over in the city, I got

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

works, to me, is that they have given me unspeakable religious certitude and confidence, have opened my

For Whitman's own response to Stedman's article, see "My Tribute to Four Poets" in Specimen Days and

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

Sept: 5. 1890 My dear Master I am sincerely obliged to you for your letter of August 19.

With the explanation you have placed in my hands, in which you give me liberty to use, I can speak with

The conclusion reached is, to my mind, in every way satisfactory.

either by your detractors or by the partizans of some vicious crankiness—sets me quite at ease as to my

I will tell my bookseller in London to send you a copy of the "Contemporary" in which there is an essay

Whitman's "Rejoinder" was also reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (Prose Works 1892, Volume 2: Collect and

Camden pm April 26 '88 If it sh'd be quite pleasant weather Sunday my present intention is to drive down

No special news in my affairs—things much the same old way—Joe has stopt by the window a few minutes.

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

Camden Jan 31 '90 P M early Ab't the same as usual—a rare egg & Graham bread & prunes & coffee for my

the wolf away & the benefit of very light food-eating, wh' is decided for an old fellow— I enclose my

when printed—$10 each, one paid —So far have escaped the grip, (but I guess I have the am't of it in my

Philips and two photographers visited the poet on January 29 and "'took me' in my room—(bo't two big

Camden Nov. 19 '87 Thank you & double-thank you, my dear young man, for your affectionate letter & money

My little canary is singing blithely.

I enclose you my last pieces—Yes, indeed we shall be glad to see you—Mrs D will & I will—Meanwhile love

Eakins is here painting my portrait—it seems strong (I don't know but powerful) & realistic—very different

ab't our dear O'C—eagerly look for word —Matters so so with me—good bowel clearance to-day—word from my

friend Linton from Eng[land] to-day—he is well—Shall have some oysters for my dinner ab't 4—made my

On October 9, 1888, O'Connor wrote: "My eye is now under battery treatment (assault-and-battery treatment

Camden Saturday Night Jan 14 '88 Have had my supper (some rice pudding & a cup of tea) & am sitting here

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

Camden April 16 '89 Cloudy raw weather—(may be part of my glum condition)—No word from O'C[onnor] now

It may seem ungracious . . . to say so (for Dick is my friend and means me well) but his piece impresses

Washington May 28, 1872 My dear Rudolf Schmidt, I have rec'd yours of April 25.

I shall have much to say about it in my next. I send you two or three humorous American works.

be published, forming part of a little book—which I will send you—During June I shall be home with my

Clausen, whom Schmidt termed "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he left

Supt. and my judgement and conscienece still tell me (as they told me all along) that my action has been

We are all well—my arm (shoulder) no longer gives me any pain or much annoyance.

letter to Whitman's disciple and biographer Horace Traubel: "I had a fall last evening and dislocated my

I send you my last screed in Critic N Y, (have sent other papers too)—Am getting along fairly considering—fair

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

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

mind for some clew as to who I was, but I hardly think he placed me, though I told him the names of my

Whittier was standing by him & hearing my name, said to Emerson, "oh!

—I am making trips to N.Y. now adays nowadays to be treated for my arm & hand.

He cauterizes my back & arm with a red hot piece of platinum.

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

entitled "A Backward Glance O'er Travel'd Roads" and sixty-five poems; while the second, "Good-Bye my

Whitman's preface was also included in Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891), 51–53.

. | Apr 28 | 8 PM | 90, London | AM | MY 1 | | Canada; N. Y. | 4-29-90 | 11PM | 12.

I have been in Camden once or twice & should have called to see you but thought perhaps my comeing coming

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

print & stitching) of L of G. at last complete —after 33 yr's of hackling at it all times & moods of my

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

health—pretty busy, but that does no harm—Inspector is to be here tomorrow or next day—I am about half through my

sixty-five poems that had originally appeared in November Boughs (1888); while the second, "Good-Bye my

Am still laid up here by disablement and paralysis—am confined entirely to my room and mostly to my chair

My dear friend O'Connor is very ill at Washington.

substantial volume—not that I am overwhelmed or even entirely satisfied by it, but as I had not put my

Kennedy again lauded his book ("Walt Whitman, the Poet of Humanity"): "I have completed (rough finish) my

Camden New Jersey U S America January 22 1890 My dear E R Y'rs regularly rec'd & welcom'd (I often send

change or happening—fairly buoyant spirits &c—but surely slowly ebbing —at this moment sitting here in my

transcript that appeared in Pall Mall Gazette on February 8, 1890, and that Whitman used in Good-bye My

JohnRietz"My Picture-Gallery" (1880)"My Picture-Gallery" (1880)First published in The American in 1880

and incorporated into Leaves of Grass in 1881, "My Picture-Gallery" is a (revised) six-line excerpt

My Picture-Gallery," which originally served to set up the 115-line catalogue of "Pictures," is a riddle

With the catalogue of "Pictures" excised, the emphasis of "My Picture-Gallery" is shifted away from the

"My Picture-Gallery" (1880)

Saturday, April 2, 1892All the papers moved to my house today. Bucke took supper at McAlister's.

without an owner: Anderton, near ChorleyLancashire, England15 March 1892Dear Walt,Just a line or two, my

dearest friend, my comrade & father, dearest of all to my soul, to express the triumph & joy & cheer

with which I think of you & with which I receive tidings of you.Outwardly sad enough, but deep within my

Be it as if I were with you, & here upon the paper I send you one as a token of my dearest love.

My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!

O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers

; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through

the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my

the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my

my South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!

O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers

, Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands or through

, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine, O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my

parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blos- soming blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my

my South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O all dear to me!

O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers

, Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands or through

, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine, O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my

parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the blos- soming blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my

My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!

O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers

; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through

the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my

the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my

My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!

O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was born—the grains, plants, rivers

; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or through

the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my

the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound through an inlet, and dart my