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"There's William, too, Horace: there's better news of him today: better"—pointing to the round table:
—not entering at all into William's literary, but sticking closely to his human, significance.Spoke of
William had the best night last night since a week ago and has sat up all day. Your card just here.
Le Barnes in, and looking at your big book, for which we thank you, both William and I, each, for our
William sends love.
Then he suddenly exclaimed: "Wouldn't it be grand to think of William as getting all over this—getting
["Yes, William!"
I referred to Frank Williams, whom I passed in Germantown today.
And as to Bucke's statement that Williams "amounted to little in the literary sense," W. asked: "What
I laughed and said: "Perhaps Williams wouldn't thank you to have you say that: most men would rather
better with that than I ever did: his English itself is somewhat upside down—sort of cut bias, as William
He said again: "You and William could have had great times over all that: he is alive, wide awake, to
felt like the devil all day: I have therefore done nothing—not even written my customary postals to William
another side: it is the other side which the partisan always leaves out of his account: I remember William
He said: "William was a whirlwind when he had his health: what has he come to now? alas!
White a going over, of which I wrote you some time ago.
"I'm hungry for news from William," he said: "nothing has come."
One of the best illustrations I know of is William's own case—his department: Kimball, the head there
W. complained of the "almost remissness" of Nelly in not "writing us oftener about William."
Jefferies is editing the vol. to follow yours in the series—White's Selborne.
Then he said: "Read William's letters: they're more refreshing." Washington, D.C., April 14, 1888.
I hope you have not been writing anything in praise of that old dead werewolf, Emperor William.
He then said: "There's William's other letter: do you intend to read that?" I did.Washington, D.
the main, but with a black thread running through it all: it seems that after many hideous nights William
He came back with a big white envelope containing the usual monthly announcement of the Contemporary
Williams. You know Frank: it's his wife."
William is a man who never needs a prod—is always afire: in fence he is a ways ready—his weapons are
no notion whatever of the author, we should fare better in understanding the work than we do with William
Of all the dear, dear friends of those days, Nellie, William, were dearest, dearest."
Herbert and Talcott Williams seem to entertain quite a shine for each other.
I said of it "It has a William Morris lay-out." He replied: "Do you say so?
He hasn't got William's guts: he lacks that first brutality of utterance which goes with the initiators
They proved to be one each from Conway, Hotten, William Michael Rossetti and Trowbridge.
The American white and the Southern black will mix but not ally.
Now, the Southern white does not encourage such intermixtures: there are psychological, physiological
They are a study, too—the poor whites South: lank, sallow coughing, spitting, with no bellies (and bellies
Swinburne's new book upon William Blake, poet and artist—a great but neglected genius who was counted
very funny: the fellow who writes the notice (a very good notice it is, too: among the best)—Clarke—William
Bartol, William P. Wesselhoeft, Mrs. Ole Bull, L. N. Fairchild, Albert B. Otis, A friend, W. D.
G. van Renssalaer (New York), Charles Eliot Norton, George Fred Williams, J. R. Chadwick, (Mr.)
William Ingram—"the dear old Quaker man," W. calls him—wrote this note to W.
We all send much love.From your friend,William Ingram.The bouquet was on the table before W., who remarked
The Record speaks of Talcott Williams as a free trader in disguise.
"Ingram, Tom—William Ingram: they came down from the country. Let's open one shall we?
bleeding to death—(he is shot in the abdomen,) I staunch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white
great heat of debate, babble of voices, dissenting discordant opinions—mostly antagonizing Hugo—and William's
concluding symposium piece in The American: The Poetry of Walt Whitman: a Rejoinder, written by Frank Williams
Doctor is magnificent—I love him (do I love anybody better saving maybe only William?)
might not be a good form of Title-page:"Walt Whitman's Poems Selected from the American Editions By William
Don't you see, you're a dangerous lot—William, down in Washington, and Bucke, and Horace here, with enough
The morning papers published extracts from the Diary of the Emperor Frederick William—cabled from abroad
"Long white hair, long white beard and moustache, a florid face, with blue eyes alive with fire, a gigantic
His old white hat lies on a chair.
They were from Nelly O'Connor, William O'Connor, Cyril Flower, Henry Clapp, Sylvester Baxter, and W.'
Bucke is my only constant correspondent left: William writes very rarely—is not able to write."
When William gets on his real high horse—his high horse of high horses—he completely fills the stage:
"It will bear study: William never loses caste at close quarters: he always more than holds his own."
The boulevards stretching miles and miles, white and clean—yes, as far as the eye can reach—make me stop
For years past he has seemed to be unable to get adjusted to the immensities of William's perspective
He asked me: "Do you notice that sickness has such different effects on William and John?
John exaggerates his trouble: William, who is much worse off, makes light of it—seems not in the least
He said: "I carry it about in my heart—carry it—yes: and William, too.
William is fresh every day: never seems to get stale with time." Thursday, September 27th, 1888.
Reddest murder is white to an act like this and its folly is equal to its crime.
William thought it 'a trifle weak', but I don't think it so. I can't always be a roaring lion!"
W. said: "That's Talcott's piece—he wrote it: Talcott Williams.
The Introduction is written by William O'Connor.
proposition, to which I mailed an immediate answer, to the same effect as herewith.Accept my thanks for the William
Well—here is a letter of William's connected with the same affair: you had better take it and put the
You would not guess such a thing from William's appearance.
If you do go, you must see William Bell Scott, the painter and poet, the first (unless Dante Rossetti
Talcott Williams over today.
be your debtor.Jessie Taylor.The Press yesterday contained some further extracts from Frederick William's
as well as calm: more than once seen him when his whole being was shaken up—when his passion was at white
There's my friend William Swinton, John's brother: I used to be very intimate with him: he has suffered
a good deal of a traveler, wanderer—was in California at the time, I think)—twenty-five years ago William
William's letter was indeed brief.Life Saving Service,Washington, D.
William was in a trifling measure afflicted in the same way.
"No—I do not: and yet William is right, too.
See what he says there of William—towards the end."
He answered: "He is grand, sure enough—a hero, sure enough: I am not afraid to cite William in capital
When Morse was here last year, at the time of the Anarchist trials, he was at white-heat—I could see
I told Walt that William Lloyd Garrison was to speak in Philadelphia on the 31st.
William can see truth at a glance—can instantly probe to the heart of experience, fact.
"That may seem extreme about William, but it's not so extreme as not to be all true.
Suddenly lifted his head off the pillow: "That reminds me, Horace—I laid an old letter of William's out
"Yes—one of the right sort: Frank Williams: he was over.
W. then asked: "What did you make out of William's letter—the one I gave you yesterday?
William's enemies always felt that an earthquake had occurred after he had blown one of his lambasting
"Now, William, don't be too hard on 'em!" "Chadwick! heaven help 'im!"
William was always in the thick of danger: was always the first in and the last out of a fight."
It would be strange, so strange, if William should beat me out after all.'"
B. for Talcott Williams—endorsed it.
W. says he is afraid "William is on the down road—is not long for this world."
Saw McKay and told him W. had sent Williams a book.
"Was William Morris one of them?" he questioned himself.
Williams. W. said last: "How can I ever pay my debt to you?"
Horace, there is a cloud hanging over William—over us all: a fatal black cloud.
I am not in the habit of anticipating disaster, but I can't help seeing that William's persistent trouble
William speaks of 'a week'—expects a change in a week—is still having battery treatment.
There is a little of the let-us-cry character about John's letters," said W.: "you would never catch William
apology towards life: his acceptance of life is always vehement and conclusive: I always feel in William's
Sick or well, sad or glad, William is the same man—cheerful, tonic, like a strong wind off the sea.
W. says: "Maurice is too conclusive by far: let's take another guess, a good guess, for William: I don't
Frank Williams in to see me today.
"No—it is not very rare—but it is beautiful, a pure white—white as alum.
What case under heaven but in the hands of a cute lawyer may not evidence white black and black white
And now that William is no more—now that William is gone—gone forever, from physical sight—the great,
surpassing William!
I shall tell Talcott Williams that if he ever has occasion to send a man over here, he should take care
O'Connor, not knowing if she already had a copy—one to Doctor—one to that dear friend of William's who
pause: "Already I have an idea I discern a faint glint, glimmer, growing, of reviving interest in William
William must have written many things of the sort of which I never heard.