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Weave In, My Hardy Life. WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.

WEAVE in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave

Weave In, My Hardy Life. WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.

WEAVE in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?

WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?

Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; Heart of my

you too I heard murmuring low through one of the wrists around my head, Heard the pulse of you when all

was still ringing little bells last night under my ear.

Italian tenor, singing at the opera—I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; …Heart of my

—you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of the wrists around my head; Heard the pulse of you, when

all was still, ringing little bells last night under my ear.

Jersey, U S America March 31, '76 My dear friend, (Later than my letter dispatched last evening I wish

A., corner Chestnut and Strawberry streets, on my endorsement .

I send you the Transcript with my notice of November Boughs —hastily pencil-scrawled bet between jobs

on my proof desk.

I asked Traubel to tell you that Wilson (Glaswegian) had written me my book. cordially yrs yours W.S.Kennedy

Hurd, literary editor, or kept till my return. Had grand visit of 3 days with Dr. Bucke.

I fear I can't see you on my return, as my ticket takes me back (excursion ticket, via northern N.

Phil Pa Sept 15 89 My Dear Walt Whitman I met with a dreadful accident several weeks ago, and so could

money is in Drexels Bank, and as soon as I can go to town I will have it sent to you—I write this with my

left hand as my right arm is useless. $50. 00 of the money is from Henry Irving and $25. from Bram Stoker

BOSTON,__________188 Monday noon Oct: October 10 '81 My dear friend Yours rec'd received , & thanks—I

still linger along here—the printing of my book is finished—but one or two little things I want to see

word a day beforehand—I am well as usual—Have had a very pleasant time here, & the book printed &c. to my

Anderton, nr Chorley Lancashire, England 22 August 1891 My dear Walt Whitman, I am prevented again from

sailing from Liverpool next Wednesday August 26 th —I have had a busy time this week, & this afternoon my

So I content myself with the briefest line, to convey my continued love & good wishes.

&c &c sent June 8 '76 by Ex & rec'd June 1st JQA Ward 9 or 10 Vols, &c sent, by Ex My dear Mr Whitman

I inclose check for Fifty dollars ($50) my subscription for five copies of your complete works If I

Be kind enough to send them to my address.

Traubel has read my letter to you, I presume. My essay on you and my translation of "D.

Camden N J Aug: August 27 All going on well with me—the type-setting of my new prose book "Specimen Days

As I write, (Sunday afternoon) up in my 3d story room, heavy clouds & rain falling in torrents.

My brother & sister well—I saw Mrs.

But I would like to have a sample page in bourgeois too for my calculations —I hope it will be new type—The

typographical show of my poems—how they shall show (negatively as well as absolutely) on the black &

white page—is always in my idea in making them—I am printer enough for that— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman

Jan. 25, '74 My dear Rudolf Schmidt , Your letter of Jan. 2 has just reached me here.

I have been at death's door myself—& during the year have lost my dear mother & a dear sister by death

probably get well again—But I remain paralyzed yet—walk with difficulty & very little—have bad spells in my

If so, give him my address, & tell him to come & see me.

America (I have not given up my place in the Solicitor's office, Washington—but keep up communication

Friend Walter, Sir accordain to promis I now embrace this opportunity of informing you of my Safe arrival

My Friends gave me a warm reception Such as how are you Bush got robed did you &c I told them how it

I had the pleasure of meeting my Capt G.

laugh at me for not being sharper I told them it would be all right in cours of time live & learn is my

If you dont I do and I long for to see mine very much and I think she will want to see me— give my letter

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

If so say I sent my best love, not forgetting little Jennie.

received—I have not heard from her since— I am pretty well, perhaps not so unconsciously hearty as before my

sickness—We are deprest in spirits home here about my brother George, (2d div 9th Corps)—if not killed

, he is a prisoner—he was in the engagement of Sept 30 on the extreme left.31 My book is not yet being

If you write to William I wish you to enclose him this letter—I wish him to receive again my faithful

I confessed my concern.

He said: "I've had the same concern myself: my body is nowadays so easily shoved off its balance: but

It cuts to the marrow—at least to my marrow: is a sort of confession of faith on my part.

without lowering my colors.

I am always more or less on tenter hooks about my health these times."

I fully see the advantages of it and have mentioned it in my Preface.

But I think I can rely on my father's helping me to the extent needed.

I was born in this town and know every field and nearly every tree since my childhood.

He and my mother are greatly delighted with the two grandchildren we have brought them home.

Rolleston," said W., "has proved to be one of my staunchest friends.

Wrote Creelman, specifying my notions of the flower business and W.'

Warning again against appeals, speaking of my fund and of W.'

Defined my message to Creelman.

Adding, "Give her my love: tell her to take the best care of herself."

I often rub my eyes to see if much or most of this kindness is not a dream."

It is not new, particularly to you, to my friends. But it is one of my choice notes.

," and on my explanation: "Yes, that is good."

No, I do not see that my presence is necessary, indispensable.

I do not know but that it could be best to have it understood all is to go in my pocket."

"They will give you notions of how I pass my life." Tuesday, September 16, 1890

"I am all of a jumble today—my stomach, my head."

And laughingly told him my discussion with Burroughs, Burroughs contending that W.'

I informed him, "My idea now is, to start my piece with the autobiographic page and close it with your

description of this room—filling in my own matter for the rest."

Yet I shall do so, for from outward evidence he is worse than he has been.He still urges me about my

W. had just finished his dinner, and talked well during the 20 minutes of my stay.

"Yes," he said to my inquiries, "I woke well this morning—pass along reasonably well.

Yes, the summer has been a severe one—but the profuse sweatingness, so to call it, has been in my case

For instance, where he says—the world is my country, to do good is my religion.

Called my attention to brief editorial in the Boston Herald.

He kept my cold hand—said: "Its cold is no offense—refreshing, rather."

Yet on the other hand I am always determined—have been, whether when I wrote or spoke, to present my

own case, be myself, let my own position be understood.

No—Williams will not print—at least with my consent: I should, as I see it now, be positively opposed

I explained my idea—"Their democracy is born of something other than democracy—ours from democracy itself

My friend, Why the dickins didn't you come out to the whig meeting at the court house, last Saturday

—The awful occasion impressed indeliby upon my memory every agonising moment of that infernal excursion

skin is even now peeling, and four mortal pounds of flesh which ran off in a state of dilution from my

lumps of red hot fire—not a tree not a shed to shelter us from the intolerable glare.— I gave you in my

last some account of my first "huckleberry frolick," but this beats it all hollow.

My regard for you is so great that I am very sorry, not to be able to buy more copies of your books and

I am, everywhere in my teaching and writing, making your claims felt and shall continue to do so.

I do not think a single pupil held out against my arguments supplemented by readings from your work.

than in the American mind ," I have also used in company with Spencer's great law of progress upon my

I hope to be able to please you with my treatment of your great work.

especially such as this one: I was sitting at breakfast yesterday morning, when the lines came into my

longing to send you a word, but you can't imagine how hard it is for me to rouse myself to write, in my

my wretched lameness prevents me from exerting myself as I want to.

Despite my illness and inanition, I am all agog for the result.

"O for the light of another sun, With my Bazra sword in my hand!"

Heyden's "The Last Words of Al-Hassan" contains the lines "O Allah, for the light of another sun, / With my

Any one of you fellows knows more about my book than I do myself.

most of them—and then go off and picture me as standing out in the middle of the room and spouting my

That word, they said, was out of place, not my word, inconsistent with my philosophy.

My enemies would even dispute my knowledge of the English." W. talked of "Shakespeare worship."

No magnificent cathedral could quite so well have rounded up my simple picture.

—have been out in my wheel chair for a 40 minute open air jaunt (propell'd by WF. my sailor boy nurse

) —& now 4pm Nov. 14 '89 waiting for my supper to be bro't— Transcribed from digital images of the original

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?

WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?

WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?

Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life WEAVE IN, WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE. WEAVE in!

weave in, my hardy life!

Buffalo— 12 Jan y 1863 Dear Sir, I am very sorry to be so late with my reply to your note, which was

You will see that I have dated my note from my known residence. With best hope, R. W.

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

Dear Sir:— Accompanying this note, I send you a copy of the first volume of my collection "Poetic Works

Please accept it with my compliments and my best wishes for your welfare I am yours very truly, Frank

afternoon and Stay all night With you and home on the Sunday morning train. i love you Walt and Know that my

Cattell My Love to you Walt, i think of you in my prayers old man Every night and Morning Edward P.

Saturday morning, 1st December 1888 My dear Walt, I want to introduce to you my friend Edward Pease of

When my dear mother was initiating "The Free Will Offering" in London Edward Pease was the first to render

will be very short—but show you that I am still in the land of the living, & have not forgotten you—My

have traveled several thousand miles—mostly on the Lakes & St Lawrence, very comfortably & I am now on my

I am feeling heartier physically than for years—Camden will be my permanent P O address—Love to you—

up from a three weeks' visit down in the Jersey woods, & find your card of 26th—The only copies of my

complete poems "Leaves of Grass," in my control, are of a special autograph & portrait edition, 1882

Walt Whitman I also supply, when desired, my prose volume "Specimen Days & Collect"—price $2.—374 pages

Camden Aug 29 Have finished my Germantown visit & am back here.

Ritter —have indeed not sent copies to any except my sisters and neices nieces . Mrs.

New York City, has translated many of my poems in German, & published them.

I cannot tell how my ankles bend . . . . nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the

To walk up my stoop is unaccountable . . . . I pause to consider if it really be.

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes

Speech is the twin of my vision . . . . it is unequal to measure itself.

I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about

There is a certain idea in my works—to glorify industry, nature and pure intstict.

I always remember that my ancestors were Dutch .

In my books, in my prose as well as my poetry, are many knots to untie.

I don't know why some men compare my book with the Bible.

Mendelssohn is my favorite. I always like to hear him.

Those fellows have one virtue—they always use good paper: and on that I manage to do a good deal of my

"I've been taken and taken beyond count—taken from every side—even from my blind side"—laughing—"taken

I must be satisfied now if I have succeeded in hinting at matters which it was a part of my original

"I had my temptations, but they were not strong enough to tempt.

"I suppose I did: I wrote things down: I saw them better in my handwriting than in my mind's eye—could

How many's the argument I had on this very point with my friend Mrs.

I could never do that—my whole make-up is opposed.

seventy-first year—to review my habits.

W. then added with a laugh: "That is a part of my quarrel with Horace here about Emerson.

Davis—"My friend"—he called her—and to Ed also, in a similar phrase.

I must keep on my course, whatever turns up."

My dear Traubel:Your kind & welcome letter rec'd.

I am excessively busy—hence my scratches and scrawlses—and also my briefness.Heartily yoursBaker."

pointing to some papers that protruded from my pocket.

way, but because it is my way."

suggests to me impromptu—Yes I am making calculation on a conveniently plann'd & built house, & garden, of my

O'Reilly's, K's & your hands (& any others if any others there be)—putting it in a draught payable to my

order & send it to me here—I feel as if I could suit my wants & tastes better probably deciding & directing

know too how appreciatingly & gratefully I feel ab't their help—& that I appoint you to fully act as my

Dear Pete, I want some things taken out of my trunk, & put in a bundle & sent here by express.

you this afternoon, to-morrow , or next will do just as well, as I am in no hurry— —You both go up in my

room & get them—I want My old gray suit , coat vest &, (I think there are two pair of pants) My old

Sept 30th '91 My Dear Old Friend, Again have I to acknowledge the receipt of a most welcome missive from

I am sending copies of my "notes" to Professor Brinton & to Mr Harned at the request of H.L.T through

J.W.W Pardon this brief letter—I am just called out to a lady who requires my services.

My love to you & to HLT & his winsome wife now & ever Yours affectly J Johnston Dr.

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