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Warrie tells me; W. so far has forgotten to refer to it.I arranged to meet Frank Williams and Morris

O'Dowd—yes, it was O'Dowd—was hot, wrathful—he must be a William O'Connorish sort of a fellow—protested

I met Williams and Morris in afternoon. Brinton could not come—wrote me.

We arranged for meeting at 4:15 Thursday next at Frank Williams'.

W. was questioning, to know if Frank Williams' wife is to come.

Frank Williams again, "I remember the Smiths used to feud themselves against her—she was too urgent,

Told him what William Swinton had said to me about W.'

This stirred him, "William is right—she did, she did." Had been reading Scott when I entered.

Said he intended to send a copy of the new O'Donovan portrait to Black and White.

Kennedy Stopped in at Press to see Talcott Williams. He and wife will come.

Greenhalgh, William M. Law, W. Dixon, Thos. Shorrock, Sam Hodgkinson, F. R. C. Hutton, T.

Ferguson, William Pimblett, Richard Curwen.

In afternoon I met with Brinton, Williams (Frank) and Morris and talked over affairs at Williams' office

Philadelphia about 5:30—and we arranged to go back probably Tuesday (Anne of course with us).Talcott Williams

Soon the fellows commenced to float in—Morris, Frank Williams, Eakins, O'Donovan, Harry Walsh, etc. etc

Williams, and so getting his place.

being put into an armchair—from which he again saluted individuals by name where he could—Frank Williams

Williams'), but quickly read at my suggestion. How did he feel?

Williams had not given me the copy W. corrected. Professed not to be able to find it.

William went to some trouble, I understand, to gather them."

But, "There was another Long Island fellow I knew those early days—William Mount, artist—character-ist

Added, "When Anne came in Frank Williams was here.

Spielmann's Black and White of March 16th addressed curiously to W. as "poet" at "Boston USA."

Yes, William was a choice debater.

William was ardent, impulsive—yet no man spoke out of a greater knowledge.

William was choked with a various knowledge—always spoke out of that.

William was even—his passion, fire, always lasted.

William always came in with great splendor.

And again, "William would have seen it himself—yes, would have gone straight to the heart of it."

The odd movements of the Emperor William, Germany, excited W.'s interest. "He seems an odd critter.

But Baxter must be to the Herald very much what Talcott Williams is to the Press—not head, but of some

"As I told you today, I read William's piece—enjoyed it—who would not enjoy it?

O the great William! It was like living with him again—those times, events."

That the horror of slavery was not in what it did for the nigger but in what it produced of the whites

For we quite clearly saw that the white South, if the thing continued, would go to the devil—could not

And, "We had stormy times then, but William and I always thought ours the most comprehensive—what would

But one of them, Talcott Williams, I was glad to see. Talcott stayed a full hour."

W. remarked, "That must be William Walsh. I suppose he is there yet. It sounds like.

And William—after all our greatest light, our own right hand!"

O'Connor delightful—full of reminiscence—of her tender love for William and for W.

But what are we to say to this—that Talcott Williams was there, saw it, comes to me and tells me it is

W. then, after solution, "I only wish I had William O'Connor here now.

No, no, I think William overpassed necessity that time." But the letter was characteristic?

There were no two ways about William—he was always at danger-places, in the midst of perils—a knight—loyalty

Yes, among William's multitude of qualities, he had a hot temper.

But William did not understand the friendliness of Fields, who always took opportunities, direct and

William knew it well—stormed upon him for it.

Talcott Williams came over—with him a Doctor Schweinitz. I have his card upstairs.

"How that reminds me of William Swinton!

William liked the 'Open Road' poem, 'Blue Ontario's Shore'—some others, but these particularly."

Ask William O'Connor—or you have asked him. Ask William's letters—ask John Burroughs.

[William Sloane Kennedy]Had them in a rubber together: four letters and the manuscript.

me this memorandum written on a slip of colored paper: "Get me some paper like this—I prefer it to white

s "pink-white skin"—making much of it.

It is not finally known, even by William's friends, that he was gifted wtih the deepest vein of mimicry

(Philadelphia Press, January 29, 1891.)Talcott Williams probably wrote it.

Do you know, Horace, I think Talcott Williams has a suspicion of an inclination that way, too.

Referred to William O. Stoddard.

And as this led to mention of Pope's Homer, W. said, "William O'Connor always called that a travesty—but

names them, too, and "letters underfoot"—they so often are picked from the floor), a letter from William

Even William wondered that he was so wholly ignored, & he was very modest about any claim.Did Walt enjoy

I guess it's not the best translation—but a precious book, having been so long William's!"

Talcott Williams had expected, or appointed, to be over with Willard, the English actor, towards noon—but

Told me a story, "Swinton—William Swinton—dined with me once at Washington. It was at Willard's.

(W. says, "Yes, I guess I saw that letter—William had several from Newman about that time—all noble,

hand; innumerable Whitman newspaper excerpts which she designs for Bucke's collection; scrapbook of William's

W. says, "I am sure William was more right than John in all that.

How magnificent William had to be when he crossed swords with anyone!

O'Connor alive with anecdote and story—brings new pictures of William and W.

W. said, "It is in some respects the wittiest, drollest, subtlest of all William's printed pieces.

of light, the March-wind blows upon the Wicklow hills; Blows from over the blue Channel, making the white

like a dream again— And again the same hills and rocks, again the Sky, again the blue Channel with white

You may have come across the poems of another Trinity man, and also a lover of yours—William Wilkins.

—I am, sir, William Rolleston. thrown into a panic of such proceedings.

Yours always William Rolleston. early in March '84 | Cleanthes' Hymn to Zeus Thomas W. H.

A grand looking old man—long white beard, aquiline features, keen eyes—spare, sinewy frame, full of restrained

cut according to his own fancy shockingly contrary to the very stiff and prim usage of the time, his white

as we faced the opposite bank of the stream, for a long distance it was broadly bordered in creamy white

It was, in fact, by relating Whitman to William Blake, or to Percy Bysshe Shelley, that many radicals

Nicholas (Niclas y Glais), the great Welsh-language poet Waldo Williams, and of course Dylan Thomas,

Burgess pointed out, distinguished British composers have remedied this deficiency: Ralph Vaughan Williams's

These included Tom Paine, Fanny Wright, Robert Dale Owen, and William Leggett, all of whom preached that

(in Franklin Evans [1842]) the prevailing antislavery and anti-black philosophy characteristic of white

Here again, his main concern was to protect the status and the rights of white labor (male and female

Sharpe, William Chapman. Unreal Cities. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins UP, 1990. Spann, E.K.