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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.

Speaking of the Philadelphia symposium on W. he said: "Did n'tDidn't I think at the time that Frank Williams

Dear Walt:Enclosed I send you a copy of a letter received by William.

You had better accept their invitation.How did you like William's article? And how is your health?

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

Rolleston was a knight-errant: the real Irish stuff: like William: radiant, forible, illuminative: I

Frances Emily White to open with The Evolution of Ethics. W. exclaimed: "Oh! that is a subject!

He said: "It did not come through the mail: William must have handed it to me or sent it by a messenger

draw lines: I don't: only, some of the fellows do these things in totals and some do them in halves: William

I don't need to name anyone: yet there are Dowden, Symonds: there is William: and John, too: and do you

Furness, William Henry, though eighty-five, still preaches occasionally: preached last Sunday at Clifford's

It is so very tender and brilliant, so like William at his best, that I'dI would want to keep it here

I might say the same thing of William that I did of Mrs.

We at least have William's letters: there are many of them: they may console us in some part for what

O William: you can hit a thing like that off with absolute finality.

Cooper has been coaxing, persuading, begging, entreating, commanding even William to go on with them

and I assented most heartily.Dear Walt, we long for you, William sighs for you, and I feel as if a large

The O'Connor home was my home: they were beyond all others—William, Nelly—my understanders, my lovers

My relations with Nelly and William were quite exceptional: extended to both phases—the personal, the

general: they were my unvarying partisans, my unshakable lovers—my espousers: William, Nelly: William

But read, Horace: read: I want to hear William: read! read!" Providence, R.I. Mar. 27, 1883.

["That 'sThat's right, William!"

["Don't be so sure of that, William!

["It did, William!" said W., "and the noise of it has not yet all died out!"]

["O William! William!

John on that point that we hear nothing or very little: that for weeks we have not had a word: that William

I put in this question: "You have said William was an Anarchist, too: how can he be both a party Republican

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.

Williams'—she is going—I thought I would bring it in for you to see."

And when I asked: "Has he ever—or anyone—in any way indicated William Morris' feelings toward you?"

O'Connor said if William ever recovered consciousness he would no doubt enjoy W.'

I had a postal from Washington this morning of rather dark import—telling me my dear friend William O'Connor

W. bantered with him: "You will get a good apron—a nice clean white apron—and be given a harp or what-not—and

"William is dead," he remarked, "you saw?" And then: "It was in the papers.

off the edges as closely as they will admit—use your own taste and judg- ment—I like a little more white

Poor William! Poor me! And yet," W. said again, "yet I can understand him.

W. said: "I never look for anything but what a lot of white paper turns up." This paper was ruled.

Harned for his drink, had defined his desires on a little card, and closed with this: "My dear friend William

But if you write remember the idea I started last evening—that William was a chosen knight—was selected

I suppose William was buried today or will be tomorrow! The grand O'Connor!"

I don't know if William ever met Stoddard at all—if he did, it was not intimately.

William's sweep, as you say, was tremendous—astounding: he found a place for all—even for poor Poe in

He says that in one of his last letters—perhaps the very last—from O'Connor, William said that he wished

human history, as any man alive—yet radical as a boy—even a socialist—all around I should judge a William

And he went on further: "I have been dipping into the Stedman books today again—reading Channing—William

Henry Channing"—I interrupted—"You mean William Ellery, don't you?"

In trimming the plates, & (if yet to be done) trim them, especially No: 1, and No: 4, a little more white

And there is Frank Williams, too—and the wife: Oh! the wife has been very good to me!

W. expressed pleasure with the idea that Frank Williams would be present and possibly speak.