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continuous subscription, safely rec'd —I am in good heart & still writing a little but near the end of my

It appeals to my printer-sense too—is a handsome & generous piece of typography & mechanical book making

well—Mont is married —(I went down Sunday to G to take him Harry home, at his request)—I am still here in my

when I saw you last, but not much different—mentally the same—physically a sad wreck—I am reciting my

visit from Chas Rowley of Manchester yesterday—I am well as usual—Love to you—Spring is tardy here—My

locomotion power & in more liability to head & stomach troubles & easiness of "catching cold" (from my

just past noon & I am told I am to have a good rice pudding made in a big earthenware baking dish for my

S. & Alice are going to London to live— a big bunch of white lilies scents the room & my little canary

you have a chance you may show this to Mary Costelloe & Wm William Rossetti —to both of whom I send my

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

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

Niagara Falls, America September 28 '80 My dear friend I must write you a line or two—but it will be

a short letter—I am on my way back to Camden, stopping here only temporarily.

& affectionate—(Dr has several times spoken of you) —I rec'd received your letter of a month since —My

431 Stevens street Camden Nov 21 My dear Herbert I had a safe little jaunt home yesterday afternoon —

Upon talking more fully with my sister about the colored woman Rosy, I am convinced she would not do

—I am middling well—the trouble in my eyesight (& very annoying it was to my anchor'd condition) seems

Camden Dec 13 '77 Dear Bee My sister told me at breakfast to say to you she would be happy to have you

thinking much the few hours past of what Mr Eldridge told me of a young Mrs Needham (an intimate friend of my

a lunatic asylum —just from sheer overwork, & too intense concentration, ardor, & continued strain —My

Don't mind my long silences.

My illness has not lifted since I last wrote you, & is still upon me—the last two or three months the

Walt Whitman Before enveloping my letter, I take a good long, long look at the photographs—with all their

, not without solemnity—which you must understand without my writing it—comes over me, like a little

sun–cloud, this vapory day—& with that, & once again my love, I close.

4–6, 1874, she wrote: "I believe if I could only make you conscious of the love, the enfolding love my

letter) she had received Whitman's ring "that put peace and joy and yet such pain of yearning into my

heart—pain for you, my Darling & sorrowing helpless love that waits and must wait useless, afar off,

Friend, be indulgent, as indeed I know you will be, of these poor letters of mine with their details of my

My dear friend , Your letter is rec'd received , having been sent on to me from Washington.

My address still remains Solicitor's office, Treasury there.

I have been stopping for two months, (Feb. & March,) home with my Mother , & am writing this home.

finely, & is cheerful hearted—will probably soon give up her housekeeping & go to live with one of my

brothers, who is married —My father died seventeen years since.

On April 12, 1872, Gilchrist objected to this warning: "it hurts so, as seeming to distrust my love.

that sooner or later you will not be able to help stretching out your arms towards me & saying 'Come, my

be satisfied with a gossipy letter about his affairs, she really wanted more: "And if you say 'Read my

Dear friend, I send by same mail with this, my latest piece, copied in a newspaper —& will write you

I suppose you duly received my former letters (two)—I ought to have written something about your children

in your letter of last summer, July 23d, which I have just been reading again)—Dear boys & girls—how my

I am still living here in employment in a Government office—My health is good—Life is rather sluggish

Rossetti quite a long letter —My present address is Solicitor's Office, Treasury, Washington, D. C.

431 Stevens st Camden NJ Thanks my dear friend for your hospitable & affectionate letter, & invitations

In that I have described my situation fully & candidly. My new edition is printed & ready.

My health I am encouraged to think is perhaps a shade better—certainly as well as any time of late.

but yet again they may,) of changes, journeys—even of coming to London, of seeing you, of visiting my

My dearest friend, I do not approve your American trans–settlement —I see so many things here, you have

As to my literary situation here, my rejection by the coteries—& my poverty, (which is the least of my

On February 25, 1876, she was ecstatic: "Soon, very soon I come, my darling. . . . this is the last spring

Hold out but a little longer for me, my Walt."

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

March 30, 1876, Gilchrist refused Walt Whitman's advice: "I can't exactly obey that, for it has been my

, she could not curb her ardor, writing on April 21, 1876: "sweetest deepest greatest experience of my

have just been reading your Monday's note for the second time—& will write a line in rejoinder, with my

out of the gurgling brook, just as I sit here, half shade, half in the warm sun, as I sit here after my

I am still pretty well,—Still enjoy my natural days here, by the creek—(but they are now drawing to a

Herby is well & brown—Shall be up in good time to be with with my dear neices nieces & all of you—I wonder

Kirkwood (Glendale) New Jersey U S America April 24 — Down here on one of my visits —Mr and Mrs S and

it was good fun for me, grave as the subject was—I sent you a short report—I am surprised about B —my

In his reply on April 29, Herbert noted that "John Burroughs was very violent against my intaglio."

Esopus April 29 All goes well—enjoyed my journey up the river that afternoon & evening—10½ when I got

Bucke , who is home in London, Canada —I send enclosed a ¶ for your consideration for the book—I send my

least saying—and wishing it put on record—that among the perfect women I have known (and it has been my

the very best for mother, sisters and friends) I have known none more perfect in every relation than my

On September 10 Herbert Gilchrist wrote: "What I wrote about Dr B[ucke] sings discordantly in my ears—but

least saying—and wishing it put on record—that among the perfect women I have known (and it has been my

very best, for mother, sisters and friends) I have known none more perfect in every relation, than my

Sept. 15 '85 328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey U S America My dear friend Yours of Sept: 5 just rec'd

noble-hearted young man — As far as I can perceive & understand your scheme is managed admirably & to my

May 23 d my inexpressibly beloved mother died in Camden.

Though my plans depend on yet uncertain results, my intention, as far as any thing, is, on getting stronger

My post office address continues there, (Solicitor's Office Treasury.)

I send my love to Percy, & all your dear children.

The enclosed ring I have just taken from my finger & send you with my love.

August 12, 1873, Gilchrist, moved by newspaper reports of his continued illness, addressed him as "My

98–101) she wrote about her children; and on December 18, 1873, she said of his health: "Perhaps if my

I turn my face to the westward sky and before I lie down to sleep, deep & steadfast within me the silent

English or transatlantic "free will offering"—a proposed affectionate and voluntary gift to me from my

(My publisher David McKay, of Philadelphia, has just been over to pay the last half-annual royalty on

being the income to me from the sale of my books for the last six months.)

rations fairly, write a little, and shall quite certainly soon resume my usual state of health, late

Give my love to Wm M. Rossetti and to all enquiring friends, known or unknown.

interview with the poet from the Cleveland Leader and Herald on June 28, in which Whitman was quoted: "My

income is just sufficient to keep my head above water—and what more can a poet ask?"

Herbert Gilchrist What on earth can I say to you in response to the news about your dearest mother in my

all the time —I have seriously considered coming to London—but it seems impossible—I am still here—my

eyesight is less disturbed, is nearly ab't as formerly—but my walking power worse than ever—they have

cheery & buoyant as ever—I eat and sleep fairly—am so far without any pain of violence—& still have my

—O how I wish I could see your dearest mother—again my best, deepest love to her.

She died in my arms."

present thinking over her life is the only thing that I take pleasure in: indeed I am unable to get my

I am sitting in the old chair in my Mickle st. den writing this—fine weather— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman

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

it is growing too dark to write— Sunday forenoon early—Oct 23 —The sun is shining bright—I have had my

breakfast (pann'd oysters toast & coffee) & in half an hour I shall start in my light wagon & Nettie

Give my best regards to Ernest Rhys —a synopsis of his "New Poetry" lecture has been published here in

to-day —he sends me the enclosed little slip from O'C —the condition is bad, & I feel pretty gloomy ab't my

of this last attack—I only wish I could feel so, or even approximate it—But any how thank God so far my

thoughts & mental power are entirely within my control—I have written a short letter to Critic (by their

request) on the "poet" question (wh' they may print) —My sister—George's wife —has just paid me a good

K. is in Boston at a Symphony Concert and a precious ½ hour for my soul being at my disposal I feel a

strong inner impulse to pour out here in the evening solitude, my heart to you in a genuine heart-letter

O'Connor to Bucke on October 20, 1888 mentioned that "a month ago my right eye closed, and the lid had

been out now for three weeks—am writing—wish I c'd send you some nice doughnuts Mrs: D made yesterday—my

neice still in Saint Louis—my two sisters both bad health—Best Love to Harry and to Ed —Geo: must keep

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

intended for the lady (if I may be permitted to send it her)—and will you please accept the other with my

but I hope you will not dislike it, for I confess myself to a (perhaps capricious) fondness for it as my

My p. o. address remains the same, here. I am, & have been, quite well & hearty.

My new editions, considerably expanded, with what suggestions &c.

I send my love to Moncure Conway, if you see him. I wish he would write to me, soon & fully.

My impression is that hitherto she has cared very little about poetry.

scratch smiling)—I am still getting along thro the hot season—have things pretty favorable here in my

ventilation (night & day) frequent bathing, light meals & lassaiz faire —all wh' makes it better for me in my

some where to sea-shore or mountain—It is not for a long time any how—then Elias Hicks's saying to my

article ab't me for N E Magazine —I make dabs with the little 2d Annex & licking it in shape—I made my

B[ucke] & I will bring out my book on you sometime, perhaps sooner than we any of us know.

Wilson, peremptorily ordering him to return my MS to me."

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

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

Sent Rees Welsh & Co June 20 '82 Let me make my propositions as plainly as possible.

Conway is very friendly—but my friend Col.

I have received another paper from England to-day, with a tremendous big favorable notice of my book,

The English publisher of my book, Mr Hotten, sends them to me— Saturday, noon —I am going off for the

Stanbery is to speak on the trial, & I may go in & hear him a few minutes, but I guess I shall spend my

am determined to make you out a letter—I have been sitting here in the office all alone, fixing up my

—in good spirits, & excellent well, and have had a jolly good visit both to you & yours & over here—My

Camden May 1 My dear friend I have come up from White Horse, & think of visiting you tomorrow Wednesday—towards

Shall go back to New York to-morrow afternoon—will finish my letter there—To-day, Sunday (now 11½ a m

on board—got back at dark —rec'd your letter yesterday morning—thanks— Debby was married June 13th—my

Camden—all well, including my sister & brother— Best love to you, & to Bee, Herbert, & Giddy— Walt Whitman

with the flesh-brush—with an extra scour on the back by Al: J., who is here with us—all inspiriting my

afternoon, down by the creek —Passed between sauntering —the hickory saplings —& " Honor is the subject of my

explanation of the last three lines, ask Herby—) I am glad Bee gets on so well (but I expected it) & my

Very well they look too, in my opinion—not only handsome & open-eyed, and fresh & independent, with wit

noted that Whitman was fond of quoting Cassius's speech to Brutus, "Well, honour is the subject of my

Maybe while there are so many with you I had better sleep over in Camden, & Herby & Mr Burroughs take my

Dave, I send a couple copies of my pho's, one for the children each—(If I knew their first names I w'd

have written on) W W Have just had my breakfast—hot buckwheat cakes with syrup & a cup of tea— Merry

[Camden, Feb. 1889] [McKay] Dave I see according to my tally & memoranda book I have furnish'd you eight

I was so much obliged to you for your good letter about my sister & all, & your kind invitation to my

White horse N J Jan 19 My dear friend I jaunted down here last evening, to spend a couple of days.

evening from a week's stay at White Horse —am feeling pretty well for me—heard of your call during my

431 Stevens street Camden N J July 11 p m My dear friend I kept staying & staying in N Y (four weeks

altogether)—but took the 4 p m train yesterday & had a fine run to Philadelphia—So here I am to-day today in my

a great accumulation of letters—all those of the past month—so you will understand several things (my

going down to White Horse Saturday —No letter from Bee yet—I suppose you the Tribune of July 4 with my

pages 166 to 168) after an interval I am satisfied with it, and am willing to let those sections of my

This draft letter is endorsed: "Letter sent Dr Bucke—with his return'd MS | My letter to Dr Bucke | Feb

U S A Down here again spending a few days—nothing very different—pretty much the same story of all my

Philadelphia to-day for store goods—Do you know of David Bogue, bookseller, Trafalgar Sq: Square who publishes my

. & all the boys & girls as usual— Nothing very new with me—I suppose you have rec'd received my pieces

about ten days ago —trust you are yourself again in sound health by this time —I believe I wrote last my

chilled —felt the effects two months—am now pretty well over it, & expect to be as usual till next time—My

My breath is so short, I cannot walk, which is a privation."

, & the nag Ned looks as well as ever—it is now nearly 12—& we are going to have chicken for dinner—My

We had a flurry of snow last evening, & it looks wintry enough to-day, but the sun is out, & I take my

Dec 14, & will write before long —All here speak of you with love, & send affectionate remembrances—My

I have never for a moment wavered in my belief in this truth since it burst upon me a veritable sunrise

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

Thanks for the Harvard Monthly I have read it & sent it on—cold, stormy, snowy weather here—have had my

House inform'd informed me that you accepted, and would publish, my "Bardic Symbols."

About the two lines: (See from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last!

would like that I c'd get up here, you write me, & it w'd be a pleasure to me to get it—I send George my