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Was quite well—"comfortable, in my sense."

New Year's wish—he holding my hand and exclaiming—"Good boy!

Mind you, I don't tell this to you as a thing I know—it is only my guess."

I quoted against this my own edition (1876)—which W. had not seen—in which W. appeared.

—"Do you think it would be worth my while to hunt it up?"

The preacher is a friend of Sloane Kennedy's: he excites my interest."

But the happiest "find" was another envelope, under my feet on the floor.

Traubel,I send only a line to give you my new address, having just moved from the house where I lived

"As I told you yesterday, I changed my order: made it 100 instead of 150 copies."

I am determined, however, to protect myself, to make my position clear.

s on my way home. Quite near sundown; the room in shadow.

"A bit better—but by no means well—my head, belly, bladder—seem all astray—gone from their moorings."

"That's just the trouble—I attribute a good deal of my cold, chilliness, discomfort, to the variable

W. objected, "But the best thermometer is my feeling."

I get the paper regularly & my friend Mr.

since, after the closest inquiry, "I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones."

If I worship any particular thing, it shall be some the spread of my own body."

As for Mine, Mine has the idea of my own, and what's Mine is my own, and my own is all Mine and believes

in your and my name, the Present time. 6.

I lie in the night air in my red shirt—the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie, exhausted

"That sounds shady enough to be my report: no mail, nothing at all. Yet let me see."

"I'm worse than an old woman with my complaints.

That man Law mentioned in the letter excites my affection but I do not seem to connect him with Pfaff's

The Herald, Boston,Aug. 2, 1887.My dear friend:I enclose for the cottage $285 in two checks of $50 and

Well, it is now past midnight, pretty well on to one o'clock, and my sheet is mostly written out—so my

trips up—my flying trips."

"I see you will have it so: but there are difficulties, too—my red, florid, blooded, complexion—my gray

As for me I think the greatest aid is in my insouciance—my utter indifference: my going as if it meant

I had a couple of Boston pictures of Morse in my pocket.

Whitman,Dear Sir: My friend and yours Mr.

My occasional contributions more than pay for it. Glad he likes it.

I should get no pay anyway for my contributions."

and on my assent, "I see then, how it is.

afterwards lose you. 2 (Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe; Return in peace to the ocean, my

love; I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated; Behold the great rondure—the

space—Know you, I salute the air, the ocean, and the land, Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my

Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of

that ocean my love, we are not so much sepa- rated separated , Behold the great rondure, the cohesion

little space—know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land, Every day at sundown for your dear sake my

moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my

and drink with the drinkers, The echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out some low person for my

one condemn'd by others for deeds done, I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my

Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of

that ocean my love, we are not so much sepa- rated separated , Behold the great rondure, the cohesion

little space—know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land, Every day at sundown for your dear sake my

moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my

and drink with the drinkers, The echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out some low person for my

one condemn'd by others for deeds done, I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my

good outdoor days there—Have had a pretty severe attack of what appears to be (mostly) rheumatism in my

right shoulder—more pain to me last night than I have before felt any time, I think, in my whole life—besides

Ed, Harry & Debby, &c. well—Mr S. pretty well— Saturday & Sunday lots of Company —Am writing this in my

going ab't same—bad grip bad bladder bother, &c: &c:—hear often f'm Dr Bucke he is well & busy—made my

broth toast & tea—am writing a little—will keep you posted & of any thing printed—(ups & downs—most of my

things are yet rejected)—rather a gloomy three weeks the last—the death of my dear Brother in St Louis—cloudy

My eye got open at last, but is still bleary and bad.

My present woe is a festered pen finger, sore as death, and preventing me writing.

It is one of my afflictions, though without pain.—I will try to write soon.

Your book, a gift always to be handed down & treasured by my clan, reached me on my 55 th birthday, and

made me wonder that your November Boughs still hang so rich with color, while my October Leaves are

who have set up & electrotyped a new, complete & markedly fuller edition (with several new pieces) of my

at once, with the request that you will immediately have the book entered for copyright & secured in my

I am under many obligations in the past to my friend your Josiah Child, & should like to have this matter

Camden Aug: 18 '90 Frank Sanborn's letter f'm Belgium enc'd —the Transcript copies my "rejoinder" complete

Rainy dark forenoon here—I keep ab't well as usual (has been very hot here again) made my breakfast of

Harned's family have ret'd f'm Cape May—Am on the watch for Symonds's to send you soon as I find it am'g my

Whitman's "Rejoinder" was also reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).

My dear Trowbridge, Your letter has reached me—my best thanks for your contribution to the wounded &

Times of two months since containing a sketch of my Visits to Hospitals —I thought one had been sent

./89 My dear Mr Whitman Among other precious things from Camden which greeted me this morning is the

And now our summer "loaf" is over, & glad I am of it, for loafing does not agree either with my health

Accept my dear Mr Whitman the assurances of our sincerest affection.

Dearest mother, I suppose you got two letters from me last week, Wednesday & Saturday—My cold still troubles

neuralgia—but I guess I shall get over it—I have good meals, I do not cook for myself, at present—but get my

forming on one of his eyes, & will have to undergo a surgical operation—Mother, I told you all about my

received —Shall be very glad to go up with you Friday for a couple of days or so —Should like to fetch my

boy Harry Stafford with me, as he is my convoy like—We occupy the same room & bed— We had another reception

but can't stand these things long—Dull half rainy day here—have been in all day—sitting muchly for my

letter Tuesday—I am about the same—I have not gone over to the office to-day, & am writing this in my

room—mother, I send only $15 in this—will send the other 5 in my next—Write and send me word, soon as

ups and downs—but steadily advance, quite certain, though very slowly—I seem to have a bad cold in my

This will be my last utterance, my final message: in it, then, I must aim for the utmost excellence compatible

with my financial means and physical condition."

Ashton has spoken (at my instigation) to Mr.

Horace, I've had God's own luck with my friends no matter what my enemies say about me."

Sidney—my poor fellow!—there you are wrong—wrong!

." ***** "O despairer, here is my neck, You shall not go down! Hang your whole weight upon me."

My moral constitution may be hopelessly tainted or—too sound to be tainted, as the critic wills, but

, Earth of the limpid grey of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far swooping elbowed earth!

The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul."

———Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance ."

My dear Walt:The article you sent Nelly from the London Leader is in my possession. Good!

a great deal of it in.If, ever since I have been here, I have not had the worst cold I ever had in my

this point as time has passed and the sweet country air and relief from labor cleared and refreshed my

poor boiled brains.On my way through New York I enquired at Harper's for Curtis and found he was out

My wife returns your friendly remembrance and yours, I hope, has not forgotten me.

There was a time—not long ago, either—when the mere pleasure of locomotion—of having my arms and legs

"I do not think so, though I do not remember all my callers.

I confess that my curiosity is slight, though I might like Frank at close quarters.

W. said: "Too much is often said—perhaps even by me—about my Quaker lineage.

From my young days, with Colonel Fellows, I determined I would some day bear my testimony to that whole

to-day I believe —is to be frontispieced by a photo (wh' I do not like but the others do, & this is not my

the wheel chair last sunset to river side (full tide fine)—nearly two hours —sat there by the edge in my

I am sorry to tell you that after all my careful economy & saving, the various things into which William

It is like taking my life to have to give up a home with no prospect of ever having one again.

So I said, I will keep you informed of my whereabouts. & with love always— Nelly O'Connor.

dreams of you, so distinct that all the next day I felt as if I had been with you; & I wonder whether my

hill, fifty yards from the house, where my books and papers are, and where I spend most of my time.

I have theories of my own."

How considerate, gentle and generous my British friends are!

L. and my New England friends.

world dont mourn forme my beloved sons and daughters farewell my dearbeloved Walter" Sunday, April 7

Then: "I can easily see that what you say is true: for my part these things have little value: but I

Especially now do I need other fodder: my mind is in such a state I need food which will frivol it.

I want to frivol my evening away." He was very earnest.

companion in my delinquency!'"

Though we have never met personally, I have heard of you from my mother and sister.

to the President at the levee, And he says Good-day, my brother!

Not in this beating & pounding at my temples & wrists, O pulse of my life!

See the pastures and forests in my poems.

My children and grand-children—my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long

stretch of my life.— I will duly pass the day, O my mother!

Wished to know if Bucke had seen my father's W. picture.

And then he asked my father's opinion of Eakins' picture. "He thought it a fine work?"

And then to my father's one criticism—that the complexion did not do W. justice, his being the finest

And to my "no"—"Well, I guess there's nothing in it.

I gave him my list—suggested several new names.

all—aplomb in the midst of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive, silent as they, Finding my

woods, or of any farm-life of These States, or of the coast, or the lakes, or Kanada, Me, wherever my

As I Lay with my Head in your Lap, Camerado.

As I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I made I resume—what I said to you and the

open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger

My Dear Old Friend, Thank you for your kind post card of March 19 th wh: came duly to hand on Mar: 30

But alas I must be content with saying this & repeating the expression of my personal affection & solicitude

spending Sunday last (Easter Sunday) at Grange—a beautiful little villa-town on Morecambe Bay, where my

My heart's best love & gratitude to you! Yours, affectionately, J.Johnston. To Walt Whitman.

P.S I reopen my letter, at the last moment, to acknowledge the rec t . of your kind p.c of Mar 24 —only

John's Wood London, N.W. 4 June 1890 My dear Walt Whitman, I have received from you lately "The Conservator

" with Bucke's little article, a newspaper with a review of my Keats, your letter of 22 May, and the

you wish to keep a check on the agents—it was 7s/6d (not very dear, I think)—but this is of course my

Now they have made this reissue without my knowledge, & the conclusion of the article on you has been

You might put my name in it & just send a line on a postcard to let me know the cost.

119 Lower Baggot Street Dublin 14 February 1876 My dear Mr. Whitman, 'Bram Stoker Feb, '76.

My friend Edward Dowden has told me often that you like new acquaintances or I should rather say friends

I wrote the enclosed draft of a letter which I intended to copy out and send to you —it has lain in my

much consolation—and I do believe that your open earnest speech has not been thrown away on me or that my

a hot debate on your genius at the Fortnightly Club in which I had the privilege of putting forward my

eachother each other yet our Children are anxious to see you the picture you sent Bethuel looks some like my

grandfather Deen that is my fathers father's father if Harvy Allen and Sally should go to philadelphia

about two miles from glensfalls Glens Falls iwent I went to meeting one Sunday evening and enjoyed my

fashioned hymns and old tunes it seemed like old times when young idont I dont now know as you can read my

riting writing but we feel anxious to hear from you and how you get along god bless you with my best

I have neglected it so long I suppose you thought I had quit forgotten you, but I can asure you my Dear

your will I should be very happy to keep up a coraspandenc Now I will try and give you an account of my

morning changed cars there fore Pittsburg arrived there about noon I went to the Soldiers home and got my

about two months before that so in the evening I took the cars again and the next morning I arrived at my

estimated 15,000 Majority for the Union that is the home vote the copperheads are completely played out My

all, as there is confusion in the opposition camp—the result of course I do not pretend to foretell— My

to Coney Island—& occasionally a tour through New York life, as of old—last night I was with some of my

I got a letter from Charley Eldridge yesterday—I suppose he is now in Boston—My dear friend, I often

count on our being together again, may be quite soon—meantime good bye & God bless you & I send you my

—O how the rain is pouring down as I write—at the other window sits my mother reading the Sunday Herald—quiet

To my incredulous looks—"but he has not published much: he is atheistic" &c.

And further: "My fear is of a deluge of soft soap—that I may go down in the flood. No—no.

I said my plan was to have a gathering of W.'

W.: "That is an idea—a good one—it commends itself to my mind at once. The birthday at Harned's!

car, 50 cts extra—plenty of room & a very easy riding car—thought while I was sitting up here now in my

yesterday afternoon & evening—took a ride up & down Broadway—am now laying off & taking it easy in my

just as natural into habits of doing nothing—lie on the sofa & read the papers—come up punctually to my

it for Sunday—I am feeling well & enjoying myself doing nothing, spending a great deal of time with my

Dear boy Pete, Both your letters came this week—also one from my friend Eldridge, he too speaks of meeting

with snow, as I look out—not the least thaw to-day, as it is cloudy—I rise pretty late mornings—had my

mutton-chop, coffee, nice brown bread & sweet butter, very nice—eat with very fair appetite—I enjoy my

the same as before described—no worse, no better, (nothing to brag of anyhow) I have mentioned about my

Saturday Press, New York, Mch March 27 18 60 My dear Walt: I am so busy that I hardly have time to breathe

This must explain my not answering yr your letter promptly.

I could if necessary give my note at three mos for the amount and it is a good note since we have never

to whom I am an entire stranger will do anything of the kind: but in suggesting it, I have done only my

.— My Dear Walt Whitman: If Tuesday, November 10th.

—It will be private, informal,— under the rose , my desire to show two eminent & worthy men, who have

—You have been much in my thoughts, ever in reverent admiration of your genius.

You will I am sure allow me to deliver it, when you honor me as my guest on November 10— Yours always

And so,—though I have nothing else to write about,—I want to send you a line or two again to express my

loving sympathy with you and my best wishes.

room which D J's description & photographs have made so familiar—solitary and ill—It reminds me of my

mother's condition in her last years—lame, suffering & much alone—and my heart goes out to you like

It is dry as a bone here, no rain for many weeks, my potato crop is cut short 50 per cent, & all my young

I try to keep absorbed in my farm operations.

My regards to Horace Traubel. Tell me something about him when you write again.

My dear Sir.

has hitherto hindered me from sending a frank message of love and thanks to you, in the thought that my

That overwhelming outburst of spirit was the first thing to stamp my nature.

My first coherent memory is of the Brooklyn 14 th Regiment recruiting on Fort Green in 1861.

docks From among all out of all Connected with all and yet distinct from all arises thee Dear Walt—Walt my

I am not a drunkard nor a teetotaler —I am neither honest or nor dishonest I have my family in Brooklyn

cheated nor defrauded, any person out of anything, and yet I feel that I have not been honest to myself— my

family nor my friends One Oclock , the Barque is laden with coal and the carts have come The old old

Oct 8th 1868 My Dear Friend Walt Whitman Your kind note and paper came duly at hand. Col.

often do in our reading circle there) and to feel that I may claim the honor of his friendship This is my

My studies are History, Grammer Grammar , Theory of Teaching, Algebra, and Latin This school is an institution

with us I love all seasons of the year, but particularly do I fall in love with golden leaved autumn My

important cases and good fees on prospect I was unable to realize the cash proceeds; so I applied and got my

—I hope to resume practice in this state, some time in the future, when I have paid my debts and saved

My mother is still living in Boston at the age of 75, well and hearty.

I hope you are fairly comfortable—God bless you my old and long tried friend— "With fond affection and