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Bucke is in Florida to return in ten days—An old Quaker has paid me a visit to-day (I am yet writing my

picture or two besides—the one in the hat I call "the laughing philosopher" —I am sitting here alone in my

big ratan arm chair in my den—Supper soon—I only eat two meals (no dinner) but relish them— Walt Whitman

Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Thursday, September 12, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My

I have told my mother & sister about you all. I send my love to William.

Tell Charles Eldridge too I send him my love.

Nelly, I am writing this from my room at my mother's house.

My sister Martha is untiring, feeding & nursing him.

My brother Jeff is well—he is a noble young man & one to love.

all night afterward—But this morning as I write, (9 o'clock after breakfast—fish, Graham bread, tea, my

in the parlor alone by the window, it is very pleasant—soothing—it is a sweet balmy, not hot morning—my

pretty well—I am miserable—he knew me so well—we had already such good times—& I was counting so much—My

My dear Nelly, I sit down home here in the front basement alone to write you a few lines.

I find it makes a mighty difference in my visit—(What is home without—&c)— My dear little California

worse—the fourteen days are up next Sunday—meanwhile she grows weaker & weaker— I am middling well—My

I send my love to Charles Eldridge—same to Ashton—when you write tell me the latest from the baby & Mrs

this mn'g—seems to me a good piece of typographic work, type, paper, press work, & binding—pleases my

bitterly— I am somewhat better, & late yesterday afternoon I was taken out & jaunted around for an hour—my

first experience of out door for most a year, & it was very refreshing—then when I came back & up to my

this)—the last date fixed by Dr B starting hither was 18th (next Monday)—Ab't as usual with me—(but my

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.

womanly beauty & development—I always thought it in her to do so—Nelly, when you next see her give her my

love—I return Willie's picture—dear child—it has pleased me much—I held it a long time in my hand &

I have overlooked—or forgotten—any request to that effect in the letter sending it)— I send my love to

Brownell—also to Garry Howard when you see her—(what you say of her in your letter I fully endorse as my

Johnson one with the greatest pleasure—(it is one of Brady's photos)—I wish you to give my best respects

inaction—but upon the whole not so severely—& I think very decidedly gradually growing less—The worst is my

—(Unfortunately it was, however, at a time when I was feeling almost at my worst.)

alternations—not perhaps quite as well, of late, (the last ten or twelve days)—& yet I dont don't abandon my

& hope— feel to , which is a main thing with me—I have a good deal of pain, more or less steady, in my

been so since—(though not enough to prevent me from eating some nice stewed oysters in moderation for my

needlessly apprehensive, Nelly dear—for I shall get better, & we will meet yet— When you write tell me about my

Tell me all the news—tell me about Charles Eldridge—& all my other friends.

Camden Evn'g: Jan: 1 '89 My best loving wishes for the New Year to you and William —O if deepest wishes

, though slowly—I & many are looking more than he knows toward W's propects—Best love & sympathy to my

Camden New Jersey U S America I send to-day, to same address as this card, my Vol.

course they are original autograph & date—Am getting along ab't as usual—have just lighted a fire in my

stove, & had the big old wolf-skin spread on the back of my chair — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Elizabeth

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

My health is nearly as usual—Slowly declining— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Elisa Seaman Leggett, 8 June

noise & laughing & drinking, of a dozen young men, & I among them, I would see your face before me in my

it would be if I could leave all the fun & noise & the crowd & be with you—I don't wish to disparage my

there is something that takes down all artificial accomplishments, & that is a manly & loving soul—My

Well, it is now past midnight, pretty well on to 1 o'clock, & my sheet is most written out—so, my dear

dear loving comrade, & the blessing of God on you by night & day, my darling boy.

I do not know that I told you that both of my parents were dead but it is true and now, Walt, you will

be a second Father to me won't you. for my love for you is hardly less than my love for my natural parent

say much more of what the world calls educated & polished, & brilliant in conversation, &c, than you, my

American country & the west — Nothing very new with me—I am well as usual for me—As I write I am up in my

moderate snow & ice on the ground, but sun shining bright—quite a good deal of sleighing— —I am busy with my

writing in moderation—write four or five hours every day—My new book is doing reasonably well (better

My love to mother, father, & all the children.

My dear Einstein, On coming back here, I find your letter of the 20th.

My paralysis has left me permanently disabled, unable to do any thing of any consequence, and yet with

ago, I bought a nice cheap lot, intending to put on a small house to haul in, & live out the rest of my

I had, & yet have I have a sort of idea that my books, (I am getting ready, or about have ready, my completed

But my means, meagre at the best, have gone for my expenses since, & now, while not hitherto actually

that fills the bill)—But the volume is more helpful to me (in touches, corrections, guidance &c to my

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Aug: 21 '84 My dear Sir First begging your pardon & hoping "I dont

the magazine market—or rather have written—a reminiscence of the actors & plays & "the old Bowery" of my

youthful days—the chief figure in it being your father—by far the greatest histrion I have ever seen in my

get things for myself—or I wouldn't trouble you— Won't you allow me to send you an autograph copy of my

in Booth's words, "poor copies of the good portraits that are in some secure, forgotten place among my

improvement in health or strength either—but I keep pretty good spirits & eat & sleep fairly yet—Have my

Good bye for the present, Ed, & my remembrances & love to you, boy— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Edward

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

all in the wheel chair, or any other way—not once in a month—In other respects somewhat the same—eat my

Doughty & Maggie well—Warry still my nurse & satisfactory—Horace Traubel married & well—faithful as ever—So

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

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

Enclose this little billet to Mrs: Spaulding —(I have lost the address)—Ed, I feel a little easier f'm my

long grip —just ate my supper & relish'd it—was out an hour in the wheel chair this afternoon—quite

pretty well (he has sold out the grocery) —Horace Traubel comes regularly—I expect Dr Bucke ab't May 12—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

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

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

best I am capable of these times (& that is poor enough)—had a fresh egg & nice biscuit & coffee for 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

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

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

Camden Evn'g May 14 '90 Ed, I am decidedly better f'm my second grip —(was a bad 'un)—have been out bet'n

. | May 14 | 8 PM | 90, London | PM | My 16 | 0 | Canada.

My best respects to Mr and Mrs.

Currie — My love to you Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Edward Whitman, 28 November 1890

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Dec. 28 '87 Thanks, my dear friend, for your kind letter & (Christmas

I have just mailed you my two Volumes, Leaves of Grass and Specimen Days —Won't you kindly send me a

He was living in what my memory pictures as almost a slum, & his bedroom was not exactly tidy.

Clark Dear Sir, In answer to your note I send enclosed a copy of my poem for Tuft's College on the 17th—which

Yours rec'd received with Enc: enclosure thanks—I forward to day by mail (to same address as this card) my

431 Stevens St &c My dear friend, Enclosed I send you a piece printed here to give a true statement of

My friend, I must still put off for another letter some things I have had in my mind for months to say

Your letters past—what John Burroughs told me—(and your book)—have grafted you more on my good will &

431 Stevens street Camden New Jersey US America Sept 8 '76 Edward Dowden My dear friend I send you by

Dowden's set was directed right—My second batch of the new edition (600 copies each Vol.) is at last

I have many things to say to you my dear friend.

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

I saw O'Grady's article in the December "Gentleman's" & from my point of view, he dwells on what I like

perhaps (besides being good fun) the only way to bring out the splendid ardor & friendship of those, my

unknown friends, my best reward, art & part with me, in my pages, (for I have come to solace & perhaps

My condition physically is pretty much the same—no worse, at least not decidedly.

deal on the ferry, full of life & fun to me—get down there by our horse cars, which run along near my

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey U S America Aug: 26 '86 My dear Edward Dowden Herbert Gilchrist has

I think of collecting together my prose & verse of the last five years, & printing a little Vol: under

the title of "November Boughs"—also of bringing out a complete budget of all my writing in one book.

My dear friend, Again a few lines to you.

The past summer & fall have laid me up again, & I am now entering the sixth month of confinement in my

I have also a big 900 page Vol. nearly ready, combining all my writings, last revisions, &c.

If so I send him my affectionate remembrances—I am sitting by my oak-wood fire writing this (cold but

Love & thanks to you, my friend, & best best regards to my Irish friends all.

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

My Dear Mr.

…My brain is too sensitive.

I wish each to be told my remembrance (or to see this letter if convenient).

positions & ideas in your Westminster article—and radiating from the central point of assumption of my

I would say that (as you of course see) the spine or verteber principle of my book is a model or ideal

(And I want my friends, indeed, when writing for publication about my poetry, to present its gay-heartedness

And now, my dear friend, I must close.

with the money—& yesterday I sent you by Adams' express, paid, to same address as this letter a set of my

Ed you too have my unalterable love, & always shall have.

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

memories to you—for I have them always for you—Was prostrated down with ab't the sixth recurrent attack of my

paralysis again and iron-bound constipation early last June & have been kept ever since in my sick room

Boughs" wh' I send a copy to you same mail with this—Also am finishing a big Vol. comprehending all my

ready for binder—I am still at 328 Mickle Street—have not been out doors for over six months—hardly out my

here & see me Friday noon, Dec: 7 I am up, had a partial bath, a bit of breakfast & am now sitting my

I still hold the fort, (after a fashion)—send you my latest & doubtless concluding chirps of L of G.

spree —I sit up most of the time—but am a fearful wreck f'm grippe, gastric & bladder malady &c &c—my

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

—& stating that I had been prostrated by the heat, somewhat badly, but was on the mend—I still hold my

own & consider myself recuperating—I hope you will meet my young American lady friend Mary Whitall Smith

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey U S America May 30 '81 My dear Edward Carpenter, Yours of May 14

telegraphing— I was on in Boston five weeks since—but I believe I sent you a little printed item of my

you in the loss of the dear mother—I have drunk of that cup—Commend me faithfully in good wishes to my

Sharkland, whose name I have written as you desired, in the Volume— Write to me as often as you can, my

Carpenter wrote from Sheffield what Whitman termed a "good letter": "These friends that I have here and my

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