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Y. on a visit to my mother, but I am now back here again, and am well as usual, and working in the same

There is nothing very new in my affairs.

—it is quite pleasant—mostly young people, full of life & gayety—then I go to my work at 9, & leave at

I wish you to give my love to your father & mother. They do not seem at all like strangers to me.

And now Alfred I must bid you farewell for the present, my loving boy & comrade.

If I hadn't got your letter of 23d, I should likely have written to you very soon, of my own accord,

I have been home in Brooklyn the last two months, to see my mother, & pay a visit to New York, &c. and

It is now a year ago since you sent it—you spoke in that letter of your parents—You must give my love

But I wonder whether we shall ever come together again, you & I, my loving soldier boy.

I send you my love, & must now bid you farewell for present, dear soldier boy.

Dear son, I did not finish my letter because I have not been able to get the little picture of Lincoln

& Washington —but I succeeded in getting one this morning—I send it as a little present to my dear boy

live at the same place in M street, 468—only I have moved into the front room—it is pleasanter—I have my

meals brought up to me—my landlady gives me very good grub, $32.50 a month—Well I must draw to a close

Now, Ally, I must bid you good by, & I send you my love, my darling boy, & also to your parents, for

Y., & remained home quite a long time—one of my brothers, (who had been a soldier & all through the war

My Mother, & the rest of the folks, are all well. I have had good health since I last wrote to you.

I send them my love, & a full share to you, dearest comrade.

My address is the same as you directed your former letters. Well, I must draw to a close.

Farewell, my darling boy, & God bless you, & bless the dear parents also. Walt Whitman.

July 1, 18 69 Dear Alfred Pratt, I am still here in Washington, & work in the same office—My health is

must write me a good long letter all about your affairs & yourself—all will be interesting— I send you my

Good bye, my loving boy — The following are responsible for particular readings or for changes to this

Aug 9 '78 My dear Tennyson The last letter I sent you was Sept 14 '76, (nearly two years ago) to which

I also sent my Two Vols: new edition—having rec'd received your subscription of 5£ (with an intimation

My Dear Mr.

Then I should like to give my explanations and comments of America and her shows, affairs, persons, doings

I send you by same mail with this, a more neatly printed copy of my "Leaves"; also "Dem. Vistas."

My address is: Solicitor's Office, Treasury, Washington, D. C., United States.

Write soon, my friend. Don't forget the picture. Walt Whitman.

The postmark reads: Yarmouth | B | My 23 | (?) 2 | (?)

America June 26 '91 If you are feeling well enough and in opportune mood let me introduce my good friend

Tennyson, It is a long time since my last to you.

illness—some three months, afterward was recovering at Washington, when called here by the death of my

To-day, a cloudy & drizzly Sunday, I have taken it in my head, sitting here alone & write—follow the

My dear Mr.

spirits—not well enough to go out in the world & go to work—but not sick enough to give up either, or lose my

till I read it, how much eligibility to passion, character and art arousings was still left to me in my

I send you, by same mail with this, in a little book, my piece lately delivered for Dartmouth College

With best respects & love, Walt Whitman My address continues the same, Solicitor's Office Treasury, Washington

University of Virginia, who is preparing an edition of Tennyson's letters, has graciously consented to my

1309 Fifth av: near 86th st: New York May 24 noon My dear Mr Bloor I have returned the two pamphlets—which

said)—about actors—I remain here till latter part of next week—then to Camden, New Jersey, which is my

On June 9, 2879, Alfred Janson Bloor sent to Whitman "a copy of the selections you made from my journal

Your subscription for my Book is received—for which hearty thanks.

return'd as your note seems to involve) —but I know I had a good time in the Times —& heartily send my

best respects & love to the boys one & all now there—I send my last photo: Tack it up if you like on

Your friend W W Aleck boy here is a copy slip of my little new poem just out in Harpers' Weekly of May

431 Stevens Street cor West Camden, N Jersey Aug 8 Glad to get living sign from you again, my dear Albert

London Ontario Canada Aug August 16 — Am back again here all right after my Quebec and Ha-ha bay trip—Have

I send my two Vols: Volumes Leaves of Grass and Two Rivulets , by mail same address as this note.

My dear Mr.

My dear Mr Mr.

Spofford If convenient won't you inform me soon as possible by letter here, of the dates of my copyrights

Camden N Jersey July 22 '76 A R Spofford Dear Sir The editions of my Leaves of Grass , as within specified

In your letter to me of Sept. '81, (herewith enclosed) you tallied all my several copyrights for " Leaves

March 6 76 'Bram Stoker, My dear young man, Your letters have been most welcome to me—welcome to me as

Meantime I send you my friendship & thanks.

Edward Dowden's letter containing among others your subscription for a copy of my new edition, has just

My physique is entirely shatter'd—doubtless permanently—from paralysis & other ailments.

Simpson My dear Sir: I have been absent in New York & Brooklyn & only returned three days ago.

At present, I can only say that if you are going into publishing & if you feel like taking hold of my

My address is at this office.

…One of my reasons for securing your friendship is my appreciation for you as a man, with knowing your

—A pressure of business, only, has pre evented my coming out among the "friends of yore," and the familiar

My dear L— I perform the thrice-agreeable office of informing you that my purgatory here is just finishing

At present I think it improbable that I shall pay any visit to Jamaica, though I should like to see my

"— —"O. how my spirit springs and grows elastick at the idea of leaving this diabolical, and most p articularly

Woodbury Thursday July 30 My friend I feel but little in the humour for writing any thing that will have

live here ten hours he would fret himself to death: I have heard the words "thank you," but once since my

—It was fun no doubt, but it cost me two mortal pounds of flesh, besides numerous remnants of my apparrel

a miserable kind of a dog: I am sick of wearing away by inches, and spending the fairest portion of my

—I pray the fates he may rid me of my spleen ere long W. W. Abrahan P. Leech | Jamaica L.I.

—Excuse the naturality of my metaphor.— Speaking of "naturality" reminds me of the peculiarities that

—My period of purgation is almost up in these diggins.—Thank the pitying fates!

in two weeks more I shall wind up my affairs, and with tears in my eyes bid a sorrowful adieu to these

—My heart swells, and my melting soul almost expires with the agonising idea.

—Luckily for my self-complacency they are mostly whigs.

O, it makes my nerves quiver as I think of it.—Yes, anathema!

—Of course, I build now and then my castles in the air.

like wreaths of smoke, and about as substantial, my day dreams.

—It is my sanctum sanctorum, which profane foot invadeth not.

—My best wishes I waft to you, wrapped up and sealed with a wafer.

I returned from near Ithaca, whither I went after leaving Jamaica, I was completely disappointed in my

—That this earthly habitation, is a place of torment to my miserable self, is made painfully evident

—you do not know, my friend, nor can you conceive, the horrid dulness of this place.

—And as avocations of this nature never met my fancy in any great degree, you may easily imagine what

O, ye gods, press me not too far—pour not my cup too full—or I know what I shall do.

—Dire and dreadful thoughts have lately been floating through my brain.

My friend, Why the dickins didn't you come out to the whig meeting at the court house, last Saturday

—The awful occasion impressed indeliby upon my memory every agonising moment of that infernal excursion

skin is even now peeling, and four mortal pounds of flesh which ran off in a state of dilution from my

lumps of red hot fire—not a tree not a shed to shelter us from the intolerable glare.— I gave you in my

last some account of my first "huckleberry frolick," but this beats it all hollow.

it goes, it will be all right—the little Philadelphia paper piece was about the right statement of my

My brother Jeff has come on from St.

excursion, a week on a yacht voyage—I told him to call on you, if possible—& he will if he can work it—My

her I rec'd received her letter & thank her for it—I have not felt to write to her, or any one but my

I have had—but unspeakable —my physical sickness, bad as it is, is nothing to it— The following are

Evarts, does not seem likely to affect my position here.

been, & am quite well, considering—though I have had trouble from a cold during the winter & spring—My

them, at their house— I am still boarding at the same place—I expect to bring out the final edition of my

Don't be mad at me because I have been so negligent—You all have my love & "best respects" to boot—how

Washington February 4 1865 My dear friend, As you see by the date of this, I am again back in Washington

I spend a portion of my time around among the Hospitals as formerly—I find quite a good many bad old

My health is pretty good, & I remain in good spirits considering.

I send my love to Emily and Helen and all— Walt Whitman Direct to me simply to Washington, D.

C. as I go to post office for my letters. Walt Whitman to Abby H. Price, 4 February 1865

My dear friend, I write mainly to see whether I have got the right address—to find whether this reaches

My health has been good—& I have got through the hot weather all right—It is a long while since I have

(I suppose you rec'd received my postal card acknowledging your previous one, briefly, & saying I should

I shall quite certainly come on—cannot now [pla]n the time, but will write before—& take up my quarters

mention I should pay thankfully—Though badly disabled, I am perfectly able to take care of myself, & my

Rein —I am alone, in the house to-day, (except Eddy)—as my sister has gone out to spend the day, & my

My brother Jeff, at St. Louis, is well—his girls are growing finely.

As I know you would like to hear from me, my dear friend, I will not yet go to bed—but sit down to write

to you, that I have been here in Boston, to-day is a fortnight, and that my book is well under way.

I was going to put into the book—just took me to the stereotype foundry, and given orders to follow my

It will be out in a month—a great relief to me to have the thing off my mind.

I send my love to Helen and Emmy. Walt. Walt Whitman to Abby H. Price, 29 March 1860

Price, & all My dear friends, I sent you a telegram, ten minutes ago, telling you that I have just succeeded

In the office, & my work, every thing goes on as usual.

Helen & Emmy, my dear friends, I send you my best love—Go over & see my mother when you can—Best remembrance

March 27, 1867 My dear friend, Although your letter I see has the N.

My impression is, there is little or no chance of getting Congress to pass, at this time, a special resolution

thing does — Still, I will try what I can do—I will see a few of the members, forthwith—I have one in my

My dear friend, Will some of you, the first time you go down town, stop at office (or shop) of E.

Arnold—& the last from Arthur, & every thing— So good bye for this time—I send you my love, dear friend

factories of the Spragues, & so to Olneysville &c &c—as interesting a ride & exploration as I ever had in my

Dear Friend Abby, and all my friends, Helen & Emmy & Mr.

Arnold, I will write a line only—My paralysis still leaves me extremely feeble—& with great distress

I have lost my dear, dear sister Martha, in St.

present I can hardly move ten steps without feeling sick—I am sitting here now in the rocking chair in my

writing this—most of the time alone which suits me best—it is paralysis of left side—Love to all— Walt (My

kind of feeling, I am thankful they are so few—for you know I am getting to be an old fellow—though my

temperament for buoyancy & fun I believe increases instead of diminishes—I shall take my vacation considerably

My health has been good since I last saw you.

am sure she always will be— It is very hot weather here—to-day it is 96 or '7—I am sitting here at my

Good bye, dear Abby—I send my love to Emily, & all—The O'Connors are well—Jenny grows like every thing

I am really pleased that you can accommodate me, & make great reckoning of being with you, & of my room

, &c—but wish [to] have it distinctly understood, in all friendship, that I pay for my room , &c, just

lots of money—in fact untold wealth —& I shall not feel right if you undertake to alter this part of my

programme—I am feeling well & hearty—I wish you to read my piece in the "Broadway London Magazine,"

There is nothing important or new in my affairs here—I am still in the same Office—find my work mild

Don't mind my not answering them promptly, for you know what a wretch I am about such things.

girls, & about Mr Arnold —of course you won't forget Arthur, & always when you write to him send him my

But, my darling, it is a dreadful thing—you dont know these wounds, sicknesses &c—the sad condition in

evenings altogether at the hospitals—my day, often.

I like Washington very well (did you see my last letter in N Y Times of Oct 4, Sunday?)

My dear friend, Yours of the 8th has just come.

For a month or so, I have not been very well—my trouble takes the form, sometimes, of neuralgia—but is

I send my love to Helen and Emmy & all—I have rec'd a letter from mother to-day—she seems to be about

Give my respects to Mr. Arnold —also to Mr.

Parker's family —I am writing this by my window in the office—it is a fine view, ten miles of river,