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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

printer, but he sends me word he can only put one man on it—(dont expect the proof complete for ten days)—my

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

waning —Horace's piece comes out finely—the picture is a queer one though—the Lips paid me $90 for my

six pages—besides sending (addressing mailing) 100 copies at my instance —am at the Good Bye —the printers

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

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

the window middling comfortable—you must be near shore—Suppose you (by this gets to you,) have given my

best affectionate regards to my friends there, the Costelloes, the Smiths, the dear Bolton folks & all—Tom

unwell with me—abdominal bothers (doubtless some inward fermentations or something in spite of all my

girl baby—John Swinton writes in N Y Sun (alludes to me)—Harry Stafford was here yesterday—is well—my

I could convey no idea to you of how it affects my soul.

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

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

melange rec'd this mn'g —fine sunny day here—shall try to get out in wheel chair soon as it is milder—my

locomotive power decreases can hardly get across the room—my evn'g massages help me much—water works

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

Feb: 19 p m '91 Palpable slight turn for the better with me (or I take it so)—Suppose you have rec'd my

frequent notes & papers—convey this to J W W[allace] —my copy is to go to printers in three days for

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

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

S America Feb: 17 noon '91 Just perceptible turn for the easier—& I am pottering with the copy for my

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

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

uses to send about this country & to Europe) 100 printed impressions (the whole stuff) of the poems & my

16th recd —thanks—a storm wind rain &c yesterday & preceding night—but comfortable & snug here for me—my

to be out f'm stress of winds & waters, & we have a capital roof over the shanty—appetite good—made my

now feel & have always felt to have her mind for me as long as I live—Rec'd word f'm NA Rev : that my

—sold two books yesterday —suppose you rec'd the Eng'g Record (with obituary of my dear brother Jeff

D at my request made me a big cup of hot tea early in middle of afternoon, wh I sipp'd, drank & enjoyed

1890, contained an obituary of Thomas Jefferson Whitman, which Whitman wrote and reprinted in Good-Bye My

Jersey Saturday afternoon Oct: 31 '91 Wallace is down stairs taking a lunch, & photoing Warry, (at my

I believe every evn'g) telegraphing questions here wh' are answer'd "Walt Whitman is not dead yet "—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

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

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

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

days & nights here—now the fourth in series—bad condition yesterday and last night & to day—quite bad—my

appetite fair—The plaster cast come safe to Dr J[ohnston] —Bolton —Ralph Moore is dead—Tom Harned well—my

much more than care for it—I would prize it very, very highly & would give it a place of honour in my

home second to none of my possessions."

Camden pm Dec: 1 '90 Cold & raw & dark feels & looks like snow—nothing very different with me—my bro:

George has got back f'm St Louis—my poor neice niece Jessie (Jeff's daughter) was very sick (alarmingly

Camden N J Dec: 15 '90 Feeling fairly—send you the litte obituary ab't my bro :—seems as tho' my piece

1890, contained an obituary of Thomas Jefferson Whitman, which Whitman wrote and reprinted in Good-Bye My

tomorrow—W is visiting & seeing & chatting & enjoying NY & Brooklyn—I have had an offer to publish all my

Will soon send you (soon as I get some) a Phila: mag. with my latest poemet.

s Purport," "For Us Two, Reader Dear," and "My Task" (?).

abdomen—cold & sunny weather—have been out at mid day an hour in wheel chair —Sad & gloomy days here—death of my

L comes every three or four days—McK is off again drumming—I drink buttermilk—a letter from my Australian

Dwight, | My dear Sir, Your letter has come to hand, & I have to say in reply, that a new edition of

431 Stevens Street Camden, New Jersey Nov. 23, '83 My friends I am puzzled considerably—Nov 12 I sent

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

Though Trowbridge was not an idolator of Whitman, he wrote to O'Connor in 1867: "Every year confirms my

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

Though Trowbridge was not an idolator of Whitman, he wrote to O'Connor in 1867: "Every year confirms my

See Trowbridge, My Own Story, with recollections of noted persons (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1903), 179

About four days ago, I told Doctor he would in my opinion lose the boy without doubt—but F. again laugh'd

Jan 3 18 72 Dear Sirs: Wishing to close up matters, I solicit, as early as convenient, an answer to my

letter of about two weeks since, (in response to yours of a day or two previous) in relation to my books

1870, letter to Trowbridge, Whitman announced that he had "engaged in electrotyping a new edition of my

year or more ago of some Boston publisher, or bookseller, who was willing (or perhaps wished) to sell my

Whitman included this entry among "verbatim extracts from letters home to my mother in Brooklyn, the

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

Washington, Feb 3, 1865 My dear friend, From the deep distress of my mother whose health is getting affected

, & of my sister—& thinking it worth the trial myself, I write this hastily to ask you to do, or rather

one of the special exchanges (of which they are now making quite a number) shall be made, in favor of my

(both the above officers have been promoted from the ranks for conduct on the field)— Walt Whitman My

C. as I go to post office for my letters. Walt Whitman to John Swinton, 3 February 1865

Washington, March 13, 1865 My dear Sir: Would you do me the favor, if convenient, immediately on receiving

Captain Samuel H. Sims, a member of George's regiment, was killed on July 30, 1864, at Petersburg.

My Dear Comrade: . . .

me whenever you feel like it—tell me all about things & people down there in Kentucky—God bless you, my

My dear friend, The Homer has come & is now lying before me. I thank you deeply.

I enjoy my visits with a sad but profound joy & satisfaction—especially at night, when the light is nearly

you since I rec'd your last letter or not—but it came safe, & was glad to hear from you—write soon, my

the perfect copies soon—we had a fine long pouring rain here all last night—I am writing this home at my

I hope your parents are well—I wish you to give them my love—tho' I don't know them, I hope to one of

I am writing this by my window in the office—the breeze is blowing moderate, and the view down the river

Well, my dear comrade, I believe I have told you all the news—of Eicholtz, the German sergeant with the

Brooklyn December 4 1864 My dear friend Your letter of November 30 came safe, & was truly welcome—if

shall come, almost certainly—Then Charles Eldridge is to be transferred to Boston—I am indeed sorry, on my

Mother remains well, & in pretty good spirits, better than I would have expected—My brother George still

remains a prisoner—as near as we can judge he is at Columbia, S C—we have had no word from him About my

book nothing particular to tell—I shall print it myself—also my new edition of Leaves of Grass—Most

Brooklyn September 11 1864 My dear friend Well I am still home & no event of importance to write you

My illness has passed over, & I go around the same as formerly, only a lingering suspicion of weakness

their having any visitors—So you see I am still in business—Some of the cases are very interesting— My

mother is very well, & the rest the same—We have heard from my brother up to the beginning of this month

is well —We felt pretty gloomy some little time since, as two young men of the 51st N Y, friends of my

John Gibson Wright, captain of the Fifty-first Regiment, reported on August 8, 1864 that, when he had

to relinquish command of the regiment, George "discharged the duties of the responsible position to my

(Wright rose from captain to colonel in the Fifty-first Regiment; he was appointed to the latter position

Captain Samuel H.

all, as there is confusion in the opposition camp—the result of course I do not pretend to foretell— My

to Coney Island—& occasionally a tour through New York life, as of old—last night I was with some of my

I got a letter from Charley Eldridge yesterday—I suppose he is now in Boston—My dear friend, I often

count on our being together again, may be quite soon—meantime good bye & God bless you & I send you my

—O how the rain is pouring down as I write—at the other window sits my mother reading the Sunday Herald—quiet

I have written & sent my application to Mr Otto, & also a few lines to Mr Ashton, with a copy of it.

I am most desirous to get the appointment, as enclosing, with the rest of the points, my attentions to

the soldiers & to my poems, as you intimate.

Still Leaves of Grass is dear to me, always dearest to me, as my first born, as daughter of my life's

Not a word for over three months from my brother George —the probabilities are most gloomy.

Then I feel sure it tells the meaning better than any of the former editions—My enemies, & those who

agents before I return—I shall probably return about the 12th of September— When I arrived here, I found my

I doubt whether the article will be accepted in the Galaxy —don't know who edits it—I send my love to

same to Charles Eldridge —I hope to be able to write to Nelly —I wish you when you write to say I send my

And now for a while, my dear friend, Farewell. Walt. Walt Whitman to William D.

be careful of yourselves—it is very healthy here this summer—I havn't been troubled by the heat yet—my

have half a dozen—so you see I am coming out—had quite a clearing out the other day, collected all my

duds & socks, & boots & slippers &c &c. into a great heap—and when Sally, our black girl, brought up my

em all off home—there was nothing but what was all give out, though— There is nothing new with me in my

much—I think he would find it pleasant to come here for a few days, even this season—Well, dear mother, my

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

I had provided a big molasses pound cake for supper—but the snow was too hard, & the wind right in my

I spend quite a good deal of time, evenings & Sundays, in the office at my desk, as I can get in the

of law, mostly—but we have five or six hundred miscellaneous works—I have described to you before, my

quite bright & pleasant—I am feeling well as usual—It looks like winter at the far north as I look from my

Mason, who "used to be in my party on the Water Works."

Brooklyn January 20 1865 My dear friend I suppose you must have heard from Ashton that I received Mr.

We got word yesterday by means of an exchanged prisoner, from my brother George, but only up to November

I suppose you got my letter of some ten days since.

Nelly, I send you my love, & hope you are well & [in] good spirits. Farewell.

Of the O'Connors, Thomas Jefferson Whitman wrote on June 13, 1863: "I am real glad, my dear Walt, that