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look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books : ; "You shall not look through my

beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough; To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my

My dear Marvin, Your letter of 13th has reached me.

I should have made my visit the current week, but one of my bad spells has intervened —will write to

I am still the same—am all alone in the house to-day, as my brother has gone to New York & my sister

HOTEL CHATHAM 67 & 69, RUE NEUVE ST AUGUSTIN PARIS My dear Walt Whitman.

this suits me, born democrat as I am, but I trust it will not at all disturb the future of the thee my

My address is the Langhorne Hotel, London. Drop me a line.

your affection or curiosity, and that there is in your present situation a tedium or sameness which my

At any rate my writing can't hurt you unless I write foolishly and lessen your pleasure in my warm appreciation

Still Walt, he assured that causes with high an Walt, I never in my life sought or would have an office

Let the war pass away, us to of fools place not quarrel with my great friend.

it seems Centuries)—Father used to tell me I was lazy Mother denied it—and in latter years=(but O' my

own pen, ink, and paper on my own table, in a hired room, warmed by my own fire and lighted by my own

friend the past thou occupiest in my spiritual nature—.

I feel assured you will forgive any remissness of me in writing—My love my Walt is with you alway always

My Father is Dead.

I know—I send you a piece by me from the paper here —the young man alluded to was much like one of my

shall come on to Washington yet—on a brief visit—Tell Charles Eldridge I shall write to him this week—My

brother & sister & Eddy here are well—My sister at Burlington, Vt. was as usual at last acc't account

Louis—As I write I am sitting here in my big chair alone ( alone muchly ,) in the parlor by the window—It

Liptay Care of Otto Behrens 140 Eighth avenue New York City I wrote to Nelly about a week ago, stating my

day—rather a curious fellow—a great bully, vehement, loud words & plenty of them (the very reverse of my

valued Dr Drinkard)—& yet I value what he says & does for me—He is inclined to think the seat of all my

been out, except just in front of the house in the sun, & only three times that—but don't be alarmed, my

dear friend—the probabilities are, (in my opinion any how,) that I shall get partially well yet— The

heart, lungs, kidneys—(those, according to him, are all right)—thinks it indeed not improbable that my

dear baby— Walt Whitman Frank, I wish to be remembered to Arnold Johnson in the office—tell him I sent my

Jersey , Dec. 3—noon Dear Pete, Dear son, I am getting over my late bad spell—I have been very sick indeed

, the feeling of death & dizziness, my head swimming a great deal of the time—turning like a wheel—with

expected—& shall go out, or try to, to-day, as it is very pleasant—You must not be needlessly alarmed, my

partially well & strong enough—The doctor is quite encouraging—comes every day—& I feel a good heart yet—My

paper—I have some spurts of visits, & company—but very little that goes to the right spot, with me—my

My dear Reid, Hasn't this got vim enough—from your point of view, even as editor of the paper—to make

one could fail then [during the War] to admire his zeal and devotion, and I am afraid that at first my

London Dec. 9. 1874 My dearest Friend It did me much good to get your Poem—beautiful earnest eloquent

My artist boy is working away cheerily at the R. Academy, his heart in his work.

I feel more completely myself than I have done since my illness.

I think my thoughts fly to you on strongest and most joyous wings when I am out walking in the clear

Good bye my dearest Friend. Annie Gilchrist.

afew a few lines that you may now know i I have you in rememberance remembrance yet you were kin to my

hospital afriend a friend in need is a friend indeed Bethuels father has gone to his home to rest and my

Christmas Graphic " —(comes out in a week or so,) in which I say a brief word about Emerson— To eke out my

All other books seem to me weak and unworthy my attention.

I read, Sunday, to my wife, Longfellows verses on Sumner, in the last Atlantic, and then I read your

So I defer my visit to you.

My wife and I Earnestly hope we may see you at our house soon.

All my Thought of late, Walt, is of you, and your great work.

All other books seem to me weak and unworthy my attention.

My wife appreciated the difference greatly .

Your answer to my letter from Garsdal I duely duly received.

, and My Picture-Gallery, are 14 words of notations in Whitman's hand.

Floyd, Dear Sir, As far as I can tell by my impression—which is a very vague one, for I have never seen

I am still unwell from my cerebral trouble—but still looking for better times, & counting on them.

all right it has allways always seemed to me since our Son came home that some of us should to you my

hard place indeed you have seen some of the hardship of it perhaps all you wish to see or even hear of my

and stay with me this winter they are with me this winter Joseph is in the lumberwoods this winter my

health is very good iwas I was not well for about one year after my husbands husband's death almost

to see you wemay we may see eachother each other yet sometime if you Canot Cannot read this send you my

My dear friends, John R. & Rebecca B.

I wonder if you either of you have any idea how the otherwise monotony of my Camden existence has been

. & it came into my mind that I must speak to you.

I had mined that if writing for a while corres pondent except my son in T exas I would wait a good long

My interest, profit and pleasure have been much distracted by fruit-rotting so generally of years.

cause you one bit of sorrow or anxiety if bad luck should befall us in any way— still, myself, children my

(My & Wife's dreadful "tempers" may wreck us any time—so care not much for us.

I would not recommend my section for a Northern man to make a fortune except in raising clover or other

My dear Linton; I want you to have printed very nicely for me 1000 impressions of the cut, my head, to

I hope you will excuse me for not writing sooner I have been laid up with a pain in my back ever since

I am agoing going to have it framed if nothing happens I want that Picture to remain in my family as

hopeing hoping this may find you improving in health .. also with much love & many thanks from myself & my

ltter letter for me when I first came to the hospital I am glad to from eny one anyone write again my

Walt Whitman My brother & sister well—brother full of business— The following are responsible for particular

I had an auction yestarday yesterday 4 of March to sell my Personally personal troperty property as I

told you in my other letter I have rented my farm of 35 acers acres for 5 years I would like to see

Why can not you com come & see my family I have a wife & littel little Girl 5 years old this month When

the house I felt proud of it myself I will have to get a frame for it and hang it up on the wall Walt my

We move about half a mile from this place my Post office will be the same (address) your in hast haste

friendly gifts in time of need may god help you throu through this world of trouble I had bad luck with my

weaks weeks ago last summer I was in brooklyn & I hunted for you but could not find you I mad made up my

is night now & I was agoing to the villiage tomorrow So I thought I would write A few lines to you my

halth health is good & so is my family I have got three boys & one girl the way that I came to be in

me this spring I ame am owing some debts that I no whether I can pay them or not this spring one of my

stock youre your letters was directed rite right the two firts first years of my mairage marriage my

eachother each other yet our Children are anxious to see you the picture you sent Bethuel looks some like my

grandfather Deen that is my fathers father's father if Harvy Allen and Sally should go to philadelphia

about two miles from glensfalls Glens Falls iwent I went to meeting one Sunday evening and enjoyed my

fashioned hymns and old tunes it seemed like old times when young idont I dont now know as you can read my

riting writing but we feel anxious to hear from you and how you get along god bless you with my best

March 19 Think I am getting round to my former state—(Still some bad spells)—go out when the weather

Sunday , March 28 Dear Linton, My note of yesterday, (or day before,) asking for the bill was written

To-day, better, I have just taken up yours to read a second time, (as I generally do with my friends'

or giving any very deep or elaborate analysis of them, in connection with the Emerson question, (as my

brain is in a state not allowing thought, argument or study)—but still I will give you my first impressions

Manuscript as first rate , (including the opening part)—My opinion is that you had perhaps better work

it all over, & leave out at least half— About the allusions to me, my off–hand thought is that my name

might be brought in, in one or two places, as foil or suggestive comparison— but my name only , without

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

after f line, build dood house on top will togedder together laugh to old how out of money— we put my

bring big fiddles too, for play Dixie Den Then if noder another war tomes comes we will be taptains captains

just to let you know that I have not for goting forgotten you I am enjoying good health as well as my

trip with some friends, one of them being the daughter, whom I had known from childhood, of one of my

My wife is greatly interested in you & what concerns you, & bids me not fail to say that she "admires

that her sister, then perhaps barely 17 years of age, seemed more fascinated with your poems, when my

Last month I for the first time in my life faced a public audience (in Birmingham) to deliver a lecture—on

criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my

I noted the French Review—fain would I have read it, but alas I can only read my own tongue.

meaning of much I see in other tongues, but alas though I often call up spirit alas—comes to aid me at my

of real Kinship between your two natures I felt sorry to find you had not fully grasped the hand of my

I find in my travels and talks with men, many of their poor hard toiling souls to whom his Poems are

least try. we are far apart that is true. yet even here something I might do as a manifestation of my

criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my

Walter Storms April 26—75 Pascack Apr. 20 1875 My dear Friend, Mr.

to hear from you so soon after writing nevertheless, I was just as glad to hear from you, I wrote in my

inches of snow and people rode with the sleigh, there are no gardens made yet, but I have plants in my

I am not much of a young man yet, I am 17 years old, all but a few days, but very small for my age I

, but up—yours of March 5 rec'd and welcomed—O how I should like to see you, every day , dear Mitch—my

On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would

Philadelphia by cars & ferry—but bad, very bad spell all night—Eat my breakfast this morning, & here

but very sorry to hear of your loss of health & bereavement this liaves leaves me and family all well my

through the winter and have not quite caught up yet I have got a little Buisness Business out side of my

Do you remember meeting a yong young Lady with me at the corner of Fulton and Court Sts once that is my

Along with the parcel of papers which you sent me after getting my baby's letter I got the picture and

I have yet on hand two big bales of my cotton crop intended for spending money for the —sold other of

my crop (three more big ) on one credit to get interest.

might think, except that I have been almost insane about yours because you have so well expressed " my

(Please don't other hunter come down my dilapidated dwelling ) John Newton Johnson Ala Alabama for the

Dearest Son, I saw the RR. smash the first thing in the paper in the morning, & run my eyes over the

others , of such accidents, is because they run such a route, over a single track —you may remember my

still I have a sort of feeling not to give it up yet—keep real good spirits—don't get blue, even at my

weather is bright & pleasant here to-day, but cool for the season, & the most backward I have ever known—My

—love to my darling son— Walt Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle, 30 April [1875]

Captain "Tim" Buchanan, a conductor on one of the trains, was hospitalized.

My Dear Friend, I think I have all of your books (2 or 3 Editions of some) except the last, —specified

in my former note, —which alone I intended to ask for.

In my condition they are trebly welcome.

My tedious prostration continues—primarily and mainly an obstinate & baffling cerebral affection, on

Yes, I shall, unless prevented, bring out a volume this summer, partly as my contribution to our National

To Burroughs on June 9, 1875, Dowden admitted that "my article on Victor Hugo is only partially satisfactory

The business would be unmixed pleasure to me were my capital larger, as I think I can serve humanity

—My book Leaves of Grass as now printed, is in its permanent form—My other Vol. of equal size Two Rivulets

, (i.e. of Real and Ideal) will comprise all my other writings, Prose & Verse , & is now being put into

Besides numerous other "good" people as almost everybody else would call them, I have in my mind the

instance of my first wife—a girl whom I became acquainted with at a school I attended in my 15th year

in the business of could keep her really contented with out ing my principles.

When it became necessary in order to retain my home that reconstruct my family, I preferred to be content

me "one bit" , and few of my near relatives lost their lives or otherwise badly "hurt".

London May 18, 1875 My dearest Friend, Since last I wrote to you at the beginning of April (enclosing

at Colne) I have been into Wales for a fortnight to see Percy & have looked, for the first time in my

That is the end of my long story.

My children are all well & growing & unfolding to my heart's content.

Goodbye my dearest Friend. A. Gilchrist. Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 18 May 1875