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From the medical point of view they tell me I'm getting on all right, but from the point of view of my

"My head is no good tonight. Last night I felt extra strong." Had not read much proof today.

You'll find in one of John's letters that he talks to me like a Dutch uncle about my health.

Tell them I cannot write myself—describe my situation: tell them how helpless I am.

I think it would lengthen my days to see you once more.With loveJohn Burroughs.

I suppose I have been called crazy at least a hundred times to my own face!"

W. thereupon saying, "Give me my money back, Maurice!"

My piece appears in Post, making a stretch of a column and a half.

O'Connor, my father and Anne together.

My father and Bucke especially at it.

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

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey May 8 '81 My dear Mr Osgood I write in answer to the note on the

other side from my dear friend O'Reilly —My plan is to have all my poems, down to date, comprised in

Ap. 16. 76 My dear Walt Whitman: I met a mutual friend last evening who informed me he had just procured

And so on reflection I have decided to write you that when you receive my order through Mr.

I will only say that my Soul and my sympathy all go out toward you and I often think of you as the one

hospitals of our Secession war—Still I do not smoke or chew myself—Sometimes wish I did smoke now in my

old age & invalidism—but it is too late to learn— But my brothers & all my near friends are smokers,

& I am accustomed to it—live among smokers, & always carry cigars in my pocket to give special friends

13 april 1870 My dear walt Walt i have received your letter to day the 13t i also got the papers on saturday

Saturday i am pretty well but my lameness that is bad enoughf enough my legs pains me real bad some

nights i cant can't sleep if i am on my feet much through the day i try to favor myself as much as i

431 Stevens Street Camden Sunday noon July 22 Dear Herbert Here I am at my room & haunts in Camden, so

(Yet I attribute my feeling pretty well now to my visits for the last year & a half to the creek & farm

, & being with my dear friends the Staffords.)

My dear friends, N. M. and J. B.

you word, in advance—The picture of the dear daughter will be welcome—I should also like another of my

dear loving boy Alfred, as soon as he gets any late ones, if he does so— So good bye & God bless you, my

dear friends, & my love to all.

had sleep of a couple of hours—A suspicion of better, very faint but palpable, this forenoon—ate all my

of past month—head ache all the forenoon—rather pleasant day, sun out most of the time—anxious abt my

Burroughs and Stedman (at Horace's request) also to Edw'd Bertz Potsdam & R P Smith London— 5 p m—have had my

any doctor in yet & probably will not—what I have is mainly an expansion & perhaps concentration of my

Christmas has come & nearly gone—I hope you & all have enjoyed it—Superb weather here now two days—My

fair feelings continue, & I have had quite a generous slice of turkey with some cranberries for my dinner

here—some visitors, a young Englishman, Rathbone, son of the man of the address on the "nude" I use in my

it to me—8½ Horace pays his welcome evening visit— Wednesday 26th—10¾ A M I continue fairly—have had my

pocket-book style, six or eight portraits, & autograph—$5—(shall probably bring it out to commemorate my

finishing my 70th year)—a little inscription on title — Afternoon —another big book sale—T B Aldrich

Had my breakfast ab't 9, hot oysters & chocolate & Graham bread—McK declines my proposition—I am sitting

sold 50 sets in sheets big book $3 each—(I suppose some Londoner, Eng—don't know for certain)—have had my

early supper—out soon in wheel chair —pleasant cool evn'g— Aug: 29, early A M —have had my breakfast—oatmeal

rejoinder" continues to be extracted & criticised & talked ab't—(it is nothing but what I say throughout in my

them, but do not if too ill or stupid wh' happens at times—Sit here the same in the old den—as now—my

Whitman, late in life, said to Horace Traubel: "[I] take my Ruskin with some qualifications."

The "Rejoinder" was later reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) (see Prose Works 1892, Volume 2: Collect

I am getting better, and hope soon to be myself again—A bandaged hand prevents my writing, and everything

As soon as I get the free use of my hand, I will write to him, as you suggest.

Nothing will ever please me like knowing that my Bucke letter stands as it does with you.

"Well, then," rejoined the other, "I think your sister is the ugliest girl I ever saw in my life."

longer—He seemed to be well pleased with his visit, & I am sure it was a great comfort to me— I rather like my

Well, mother, I left my letter awhile, & have been out taking a walk, & now return & finish my letter—It

O'Connor has taken a real liking to him— I hope this will find you relieved of your rheumatism—I send my

Hart got on my car last night on my last trip.

others  You may not be interested with his affairs so i will come to close  excuse this short letter as my

car is going [to] start & i want [to] put this in the mail good bye My Dear friend Pete i will write

If you see him, tell him I have not forgot him, but send him my love, & will be back in Washington again

The worry of Ruskin —he has at various times sent to me for six sets of my ($10, two Vol. volume ) centennial

Leaves of Grass is that they are too personal , too emotional, launched from the fires of myself , my

William, (as you seem to be destin'd destined to defend the banner) I say here once for all you have my

permission to make any extracts, at any time, should you so like from any of my letters— W W Walt Whitman

Dear friend I am still here neither worse nor better—but keeping in my sick room & in the big old chair—have

had something to see to in printing my books & it has probably done me more good than harm—& it all

everything—George & Harry, as far as you know—& how are you yourself—I am sitting here alone up in my

room, writing this—Mrs: Davis has been an hour or two ago out to the City Hall to pay my taxes (over

My dear friend:I think that Mr.

Adding, "I do not think my friends understand the extent of my advocacy and approval of Ingersoll, of

my recent thought.

My mood was this.

The letter you showed me has been my surprise, my rejoicing."

My own position is the writer's, not the publisher's.

New YorkSep. 16. 1891.My Dear Traubel,Your tender letter of sympathy reached me in due course.

And thanks to the careful nursing of my dear wife, and the pure and healthful air of the mountains, my

My shattered right arm is still however a cause of great anxiety.

against me in the days of my worst struggle.

"That is something that is often said even by my friends: I do not appreciate it: I have made my decision—must

as it was laid on my arm."

My mother spoke to me: she said (laid her hand on my arm): 'I know what you are thinking—I know you feel

My dear mother was wonderful wise and cute.

Whitman, that my idea is not that there is evil in the book: my idea is that by taking certain things

dear brothers' and sisters' sake, for the soul's sake, Wending my way through the homes of men, rich

words, mine only, Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd myself to an early death; But my

charity has no death—my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, And my sweet love bequeath'd here and

side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words. 4

Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you just feel it, I do not argue, I bend my head close and half

dear brothers' and sisters' sake, for the soul's sake, Wending my way through the homes of men, rich

words, mine only, Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd myself to an early death; But my

charity has no death—my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, And my sweet love bequeath'd here and

side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words. 4

Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you just feel it, I do not argue, I bend my head close and half

"My God, no!

"You may go along, to give my step a sort of certainty."

Just today I read Bucke out of my notes W.'

My God!" W. mockingly said: "Maurice, you shock me!"

and still my withers are unwrung!"

Oh, my God! my God!"

Oh, my divine Redeemer! Oh, my Friend, my Saviour!"

own husband, my first, my only love, my love forever!

"O my God—my boy George!"

boy, my George; my saved and ransomed George; my son, my son!

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

weave in, my hardy life!

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.

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, 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.

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.

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.

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

I was looking through some of my scraps today—these were some of the results—I thought you would perhaps

I get from Walt by means of the newspapers, & new & then a postal.With very sincere regards to you, my

My dear Traubel:Here is postal note for the doctor's book—$4.00.

CliffordLove to WaltThank him for liberal terms to my doctor. W. exclaimed: "Good! Good!

Had written Morris' and my own names on the big envelopes, on the former's giving "respects and thanks

He seemed to see an inquiry in my looks. "It don't go very well," he remarked. "I am not up to it."

I took the two Ingersoll articles out of my pocket and gave them to him.

Give him my regards."

They set my head in a whirl—mixes me all up—and besides hurts my throat.

I am not sure but that is the point—and my deficiency!" Passing along, "Who have you seen today?"

through this paralysis pretty sadly disabled," but he always tells me (which he hardly needs to), "My

W. said, "Morris will be one of us yet," and to my, "Yes, don't you remember the walk I told you of only

Callingham has my everlasting thanks for this happy introduction.Below please find a copy of Mr.

Carnegie's letter on my new Year's Greeting to Whitman.Yours sincerely,James D.

I know nothing better—little as good—it fits in with all my theories of democracy. Mrs.

"I put my name in all," he explained, "yet in one or two it already appears several times.

I left with him a copy of New Ideal containing my paper on Parker and Johnson.

"It does my eyes good—is handsome." Had laid out American for me.

"You know—I pride myself on my inclusiveness—that I embrace everybody—and that must stand."

My friendships are my own—for Ingersoll or another.