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Had slipped shoes and stockings off, but on my entrance put latter on, asking me to a seat.

Consumed nearly the whole time of my stay questioning me on our yesterday's walk.

I often think that pica is, after all, my type: it is so ample, so satisfies the eye; and then I am inclined

s letters)—"It is what my grandfather called Unitarianism, 'a feather bed to catch a falling Christian

Yes, my experience with humorists is, that they are all of the more serious color.

days; it seemed the necessity with some to make me so—to make me what I was not, the better to defeat my

He traded for years on my name—on his resemblance to me—got drinks by the use of this resemblance.

Still thinks he has la grippe—cold in head, sore throat—but he looks very well.Said to me, "I got my

I expressed my pleasure over the notes he gave me yesterday.

You need not quote much: if you give them as my words, they will be taken as mine without that guarantee

"I advised him—perhaps he might make up a Dutch piece—about my ancestry—in a shape the Critic would take—and

W. in his room writing what I found to be some more notes for my use in magazine article.He returned

The book startles me into my old fear that someday perhaps the whole country will groan to Emersonism

My father translated me Sarrazin's letter, which I now read to W., who was much charmed with it, asked

know what is the signification of the legal term 'easement,' but it seems to me a very good word for my

bask in the sun—though Warren protests—I don't know but rightly: for these or things kin are cause of my

woe—at least according to my suspicions if not belief."

—that is one of my special points—to see them there.

Then: "I have been out—startled—dazed: but now am better: have had my meal—strawberries, chiefly, which

Why, Horace, you have no idea of the exuberance of the man: he talks of buying all my books, of buying

W. said: "I am quite willing to sell him my books: that is what they are here for."

On my way to town this morning, I had met Bucke at the ferry, waiting for the Cape May train.

Gave me Contemporary Club cards for my sister Agnes.

I went down to the Cemetery—Harleigh: I want you to go there, too—see my lot.

And curiously, he is the first man of the kind, in such a position, whose views coincide with my own.

No—no—I do not think he is anything but what he appears—my impression was a good one, favorable: the

Not only asked to buy my whole stock of books—but the copyright as well.

I am willing to sell books and books—but my freedom?"

Said: "I should be cuffed for my forgetfulness." I do not like W.'

If I am mistaken in him—if my experience of human nature leads me astray now, in a case of which I am

All my inclinations are to trust him. You fellows can get a shy: see how he measures up to you."

mock-despair: "I have had unwanted news today—bad news—almost startling news: the Century has rejected my

—"It comes with this note, which you might as well read"—handing to us a page and a half note—"My dear

All my poems require to be read again and again—three, four, five, six times,—before they enter into

I told him Doctor thought he [W.] ought to write something for my paper.

After this, I shall not aspire to write anything—to assume that anybody wants my handiwork.

"You should take my copy—it is on the other side of the table there." I found it.

a portrait—the Lear—for Jacob Lychenheim: promised him many months ago—but forgotten till today, on my

Nor had the check-book turned up yet—I should bring him a National State Bank check from my father.

Remarked with considerable vehemence: "This starts my ire again: I think, here these papers will go to

Yet I can send a book straight through to Europe on the single postage: it goes direct to my man, unquestioned

Yet as if saying all along 'I've more than this in reserve: this is not the end of my string.'"

Admired its printing.I spoke of my interest in Thoreau.

"We have been out to see my lot.

Wished to know if Bucke had seen my father's W. picture.

And then he asked my father's opinion of Eakins' picture. "He thought it a fine work?"

And then to my father's one criticism—that the complexion did not do W. justice, his being the finest

And to my "no"—"Well, I guess there's nothing in it.

I gave him my list—suggested several new names.

"I expect to get there; but there are 9 days yet, and I am not prepared to say I may not get one of my

He not only tells me to "keep the Thoreau book—it is yours," but, today—on my commenting upon a big 1871

portrait on the table, said—"I have not many but you must take that one," signing my name to it at the

And further: "I have wanted for a long time to say something to this effect of the Queen to bear my testimony

She said (to my question) she could not tell me who "The Lounger" was in the Critic, nor who had written

I take it, this dinner is a good deal like my Lincoln lecture, which I did not write because I thought

—"I had quite calculated on Alys, and her default—the default, anyhow, of most of the women—excites my

"Mount it on cardboard—get your father to—then bring it back to me and I'll put my name on it."

He has been here half a dozen times—knows my friends, atmosphere, entourage, (or should) and a thousand

Sloan probably plead[ed] very hard to see me, and Mary no doubt was quite decisive as to my condition

sign to place it any more, yet for me it lasts, will last, as one of the most emphatic memories of my

W. laughed in great humor, then: "Nowadays, when Mary brings me up my chop, she will say—'I remember

I know what it is—know it well: most of my years were passed in some sort of contest with it.

My theory is, that the boy wrote it out fully enough, but [it] was not accepted beyond this length."

I expressed the feeling that the book as a whole did not reach my expectations—that it was too literary—not

For my pleasure it could not have assumed a better form."

Further—"This will undoubtedly be my last public appearance—" I interrupted laughingly—"Like the farewells

consciousness it is that what I say is true—that this is my last—that there comes an end, and here are

of the big book to give to Jennie May—just married to Sam Fels—which I transferred with Anne's and my

The time has not yet come for me to bear my testimony to Walt Whitman.

At the door he turned to me—"Where are my wild flowers, Horace?"

On the way to the door again, Ingersoll put his hand on my shoulder.

I cannot see without my glasses."

My efforts had all been to get the diners there—all else admirably took care of itself.

"It was the finest I ever tasted—but I feel short of my measure of it—some one of the waiters must have

suppose I got as much as was good for me—am probably in better condition for not having all that was my

As per my promise to Bucke, I urged W.'s preface to O'Connor's book.

the minister, Cake"—who "out-Heroded Herod in coming here"—proposing—"communal marriages, in a way—in my

Will let me get out the card my own way. Wednesday, June 4, 1890

As to physicians spoken of yesterday, said: "I have often resolved I would some day record my testimony

warmth penetrates I penetrate those cities myself, All islands to which birds wing their way I wing my

Complains of the day, that "it has been a bad one—not one of my worst, but a bad one decidedly."

And to my response "Yes—yellow"—he assented—"Yes—a yellow, with a tinge of brown."

He endorsed my plan—to print his verse and signature on one side of a big green card, and on the other—menu

Warrie quickly asked the stranger—"Where's my watch?" "Why, in your pocket, of course."

I endorse Bruno—he is my man—our man: his maxims, too.

Was perfectly satisfied with my arrangement of it.

revelation—brought me conviction of many stray thoughts, observations—was in itself confirmation of my

the Post—was coming upon my close—reserving for the end my sally, my big guns—as the Irish carter, who

It sat down without mercy on my Irishman's spirit.

When I told him my trouble in doing this—"Well—it was well done at last, which is the important point

And to my negative—"It has no difficulties to me," he said, "I see it is hypercritical: let it go as

s on my way home at 5.30. He sat fanning himself—the day very hot.

My newsman gave me a copy of the Atlantic (specimen) of December last.

Finally he admitted my distinction, and further that he perhaps did Ingersoll injustice.At 7.20, hurrying

"Not extra well," he replied to my query about his health, "only as well as the law allows."

Called my attention to it—then to what Forman said of it.He had seen the paragraph in today's Press headed

But beyond and above all my objections are facts which make all of them slight and counting for little

When I asked him if he was on his way home—he said laughing—"I am on my way to the river—which is as

I have often felt that I would give my body, my corpus, for dissection after death—would decidedly do

pencil and on his knee wrote the following: Mickle St CamdenJan: 9 '90Dear J BThis will be given you by my

Mary Davis has been making them today—and they take my time—and we like to share a good thing when we

Even at the last, when an answer was given to my question, it was still so indefinite I could not make

it out—do not know to this day if my 8 dollars were actually received.

I have often struggled to say that, in my own way, but a less way." Friday, January 10, 1890

When I came in I stood a moment—he did not see me: then seemed to wake to my presence with a start, shook

At my assent, writing therein.

s on my way home—stayed till six: twilight: he sitting by the fire, the door of the stove open an inch

W. laughed at my warmth: "Do you know much about Buchanan?"

I was on my way to the Contemporary Club meeting, Brinton to speak on Bruno.

If you see Brinton, give him my love—tell him he has my prayers—though I suppose he cares nothing for

My brain gets exhausted by working under pressure so much so good bye.

The foxy Scotchman doesn't return my W. W. ms. yet. I can't make him out.

I like Boyle—my first impression was a very good one.

of the poem—"This print strikes me with envy—I never see anything so good but I am persuaded out of my

Asked me about my father's portrait, whose now complete state I described to him.

It came into my mind I had not written to him for a fortnight, so today I sent off a short message, but

a more rapt auditor and that I weighed every word—with this advantage: that I was here, read it at my

Thought he would have to come up and see my father's picture. Left with him Harper's Weekly.

Was up to see my father and the picture, with which now he expressed himself perfectly satisfied, the

But spoke of his outing yesterday and visit at my father's.

Returned me the Bazaar, remarking of it: "My wonder more and more is, over the pictures—how much of this

Called my attention to some new doughnuts on the table.

W. called him "My young English socialist friend" and thought—"There is a mystery about him—he does not

As to his good health—"Well—here I am—I can still answer to my name."

"I doubt whether the old fellow can: with my taste, appetite, gusto, I do not come away entirely satisfied

By and bye, noting I drew near the fire to wind my watch, he turned his chair about—got up and fixed

"I'll strike a light"—and refusing Morris' offer of help—"I act just the same when my friends are here

Morris assented and W. thereupon swinging about in his chair to the center table said: "I take pride in my

about "Demeter," and he answered: "It is gone already—Tom was in today and took it along—took it at my

"But the points that took my time, mainly, were in debates on infant damnation, heathen damnation: it

"No," he said to my question, "I have not read it all—it is solid reading"—his tone implying "too solid

I had my much-marked pocket copy of Leaves of Grass with me.

Advising me to take my summer trip to Canada and Dr.

At my entrance W. asked, "What news do you bring?"

fact is, although I had always had the kindliest thought of Boker, he was never a great element in my