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in as much prosperity as may be necessary for the poet.For myself, after some five years' work on a book

still belongs to Walt Whitman, who gives freest consent to its use for any of the purposes of the book

"It's not for me to be anxious whether the book sells or don't sell, but whether it holds an answer within

said: "I liked November Boughs better in the proofs than in the copy: I like it better now in the book

I can never accept a book for any surface importance it may have: I trust November Boughs for its long

I shouldn't accept money from him for this book anyway." Signed the book. At Germantown today.

Was it just the thing for authors to market their own books?

My theory is that the author might be the maker even of the body of his book—set the type, print the

book on a press, put a cover on it, all with his own hands: learning his trade from A to Z—all there

—"I think John sent me thirty dollars for one book in 1876—that was the amount?"

W. said: "Before you go open the bundle: I want to send copies of the book to Blake and Sidney."

In Blake's book he first wrote "fiend" for "friend": laughed over it: "That strikes a tragic note!"

He waited for himself some time before he decided just what he wished in Burroughs' book.

McKay thinks he will sell a thousand copies of the book, "at least."

Dear Walt—I delivered the book to Mr.

I hope Walsh won't feel sore to see it in the book: I intended it for him: if I hadn't got into trouble

Havelock Ellis in the Preface to the Ibsen book says:"It is only by the creation of great men and women

I did not read the book.

The book just accidentally turned up—I have had it for years: so I tackle it again. Why do I read?

Then said: "I've about decided to have one hundred of the books made up at once."

I only asked because I saw Welsh dealt in old books.

I can hardly doubt that Bacon is the true author—the book so fits into his scheme.

Bucke has written me about his book. Can anything be done to make Rees Welsh publish it?

As usual on ill days he asked anxiously concerning book matters. Had the Linton cut come?

C. said he came over if for no more than to shake hands and thank him for the book.

Took the Carlyle book from my hands—looked at picture of Mrs. C.

Then he handled the book fondly (Mendum, Boston)—looking it all over, cover and inside.

There was some banter between W. and Harned over the prospective reviews of the book.

however, was not, as I understood him, making allusion so much to the form as to the spirit of the book—the

I said this: "I do not find one note of disappointment or despair in the whole book."

"Garland also seems to have intended sending something to The Transcript about the book but Kennedy has

I want to say also that I did not write that little notice of your book in Transcript.

I asked W.: "You don't keep an account book?" "Mercy, no! it's unheard of!

Letter from Blake today acknowledging the book. Blake says: "I am enjoying Morse exceedingly.

When I originally suggested no publisher's imprint on the big book he was favorable.

my renewed questions on that point rejoiced me: "No—no—no name at all—mine alone: this will be my book

above the head—then this below: "Poems and Prose of Walt Whitman—1855-1888: Authenticated and Personal Book

because it succeeds better than either of the others in stating the wonderful personal nature of the book

Saw McKay and told him W. had sent Williams a book.

No word from Stedman, Morse or Burroughs, acknowledging the books.

I will pay youWalt WhitmanIIICamden Monday Evn'g Oct. 22 '88 DaveI don't see how I can make the books

I alluded to Fanny Wright's book, which I am now reading.

She got along beyond that after a time: she was young when she wrote that book—eighteen, I think.

W. is still reading the sheets of the big book.

"That's pretty good for my book," he said. I had a proof of the title portrait with me at last.

"It is fine indeed: I am almost tempted to put it in the book as it is, without the lettering."

It will be a standard book for many a day.

I am heartily glad if the books have been put to any use.

W. said: "I don't attach much importance to sending the book broadcast: a half dozen papers in New York

I do not agree with Dave that the book will sell: it may have a purchaser here or there but will get

In the case of the big book my design is to get everything safely into authentic shape before speculating

Then leaned over and pushed books and papers about on the floor until he found an envelope addressed

I asked if he had yet examined the Conway books.

Laid his book down. Looked mighty well.

W. at once said: "I have a letter from Hamlin Garland: he got the book (you know I sent him a book):

I have it in my memorandum book here—the date: can get it if we need to.

I asked if he had autographed the book he sent to Howells.

Laid his book down. "Howdy? Howdy?"

Costelloe a copy of the book today.

The book is anyhow greatly personal: there never was a more personal book, in fact: in that book Walt

Besides, the book is large—makes a fair bulk—will stand the racket.

The general comment on the book is of the pity-the-old man order.

I picked up a book and took it over for him to sign. "What shall I put into it?

What have they to do with the real question, which is whether the book is a book and deserves respect

Dear Walt.I received the books all right, also your letters and card.

My book, Signs and Seasons, will be out this month.

I do not think much of it—the poorest of my books, I think. No news with me.

"The pathos they discover in the book—the whole crowd—is purely imagined: they have all dipped their

know that I am physically in a precarious condition: they imagine that condition as prevailing in the book—read

it into, force it into, the book—when, as a matter of fact, as you know well enough, all that stuff

Was interested at once: looked over the pages casually—laid the book on his lap open: "I must read it—I

incapable of irritation on such a point, but the absence of acknowledgment from Burroughs and Morse as to books

Finally taking his glasses off and looking at me: "For this book I guess the name is not too large: I

W. was very earnest as he said: "By the way Horace, I have been reading the book you left last night—the

George Eliot book.

Books won't say what we must have said: try all that books may they can't say it.

W. talked only briefly—somewhat about the morning's news, the books, the weather, &c.

Enclosed with it a sheet of instruction for general make-up of the book, (all but a few lines of this

to go right ahead: a week done before the hour is better than a week after: and this is a special book

But I have sent Frank Stockton his book—his autographed book.

books—goes to the heart of books."

books—at least the great biographical books—of the time."

I am willing to sell books and books—but my freedom?"

Ingram's particular fad is for the prisoners—he is what they call a prisoner's friend—goes into the prisons

Had to confer with Clifford Sunday about his changes in the book.

I took a look through his old bulgy scrap-book to-night—full—choked—with magazine pages, newspaper extracts

I remember him well, though I did not know he got the book for Stedman.

Why, I should think a fellow would want the last book—the last edition—the full edition—complete.

the little book before the war?

W. in his bed-room, reading Stedman's big book.

I remarked: "There's no one in America writing such book reviews today"—and he quickly, energetically

An allusion to me and the book greatly excited W.'s laughter.

And he said later on: "I must send him a copy of the big book.

Had followed up my proposition of last night for a piece out of the Sarrazin essay to close the book.

Copied off several manuscript pages and indited an advertisement of his books.

In a blue envelope—inscribed—"Excerpt f'm Gabriel Sarrazin to fill out Horace's book (correct and bring

proof)" Said: "Doctor always speaks of it as 'Horace's book.'"

I quoted a review of Florian's Montaigne: " 'Myselfe am the groundworke of my booke': such were the Whitmanesque

personal as well as general" interest.Someone had asked W. to write his name in one of the Burroughs books

"I always object," he explained, "to putting my name in a book about myself.

Then he talked to me a little about the book thus spoken of.

"It is a nice little book in shape" (I have one) "nice to handle.

Even the dainty book men—men like Aldrich—take to it.

And there is Stedman too—living among books—handling books. And the library men, too!

Had he sent a book to Larned yet?

I had given McKay the little book and had his thanks for it.

Potter's advocating the grand Cathedral for New York city.

W. asked me: "And is it true the Bishop—Bishop Potter—is out in some kind of an explanation of his speech

It would make a great book!" I spoke of old conductors I had met.

Harry Wright was over, but coming while I was upstairs, did not ask to see W.

"I have a book here," he said suddenly, laying down his paper an instant—"at last—the Sarrazin book—it

It was a soft book—blue paper covers. "And the type?"

W. took the book from me. "And see," he advised, "you notice the typographical beauty of the book?

Take that Sarrazin book too—it is cheap, no doubt—probably no big price put on it."

I wished Sarrazin to know at once that the book had come."

very carefully at the time: said in the course of a speech in some public meeting, referring to the book

Hunter—who looked about some—inquired of book men—men who might be supposed to know—but without result

ever warmer and warmer—testifying to all this in the literary way by his mention of us in the big book

written as follows about the hospital project:I had no thought of W. going to Baltimore until after the book

I am glad to hear that the book is likely to be "on time."

I brought him a sheet of the first fold book. Brown had got started and finished to p. 128 today.

If the whole book had this same appearance, I should not be at all satisfied.

Then described a plan of citizens of Camden (Buckwalter and Harry Bonsall and T. B.

Showed Harned a sheet of the new book—a cut sheet given me by Brown today—and W. said to me: "This already

Has had acknowledgment of book from Carleton.

W. very serious, with less than his usual color.Talked for some time over book matters—stamping, cover

But, Ingram smilingly told W. he had left them with a prisoner down at Moyamensing, at which W.: "Oh!

Harris, now I know, that I forgivages you!" Ingram asked for news. W.: "There is not much news.

"I have read it all—the whole book—and liked it too: was extremely interested."

Worked today at arranging the pictures for book.

Spoke of Brown and the book.

W. were written in Edward Emerson's book. W. curious.

s anniversary book to be issued that day.

I asked if there was a law for paging books from left to right?

"I'll keep it—it will do to put up the great morocco book.

(I hope the stitching will be first-rate & strong— the big book you bound for me seems to be first- rate

After the expense we have gone to the past year to get our book out, this would help reimburse."

And I said: "We'll have the book there—they'll probably sell anyhow."

—and here, in the very latest moment, giving us extraordinary evidence of his feeling on the big book

Also reminded me—as I had asked him—of the big book for May, which he endorsed with May's name.

W. said: "I am quite curious to read Edward Emerson's book." "And to buy it," I put in.

us to issue that and sell the books ourselves.

He did not think Dave was making exertion to sell the book.

I brought W. the Edward Emerson book, which I had bought today.

How grand it is as a book—as samplifying—the book art itself!

Horace, you ought to take the book over and show it to Ferguson—to him of all men.

"But Dave's books come nowhere near this."

Would you like to take the book back tonight? I am through with it—read it through today."

This book puts a whole new face on all actions with me—his words—invitations—there at Concord.

I went in to see Oldach about books, but could as yet get no definite word from him.

it was written" whether as "conservatively" as should be.We spoke again somewhat about the Emerson book

shall see or hear him no more.And it is sad to me to think that he has left behind him no work or book

Tell Harry Trauble to write to me.The wave of orchard bloom has just passed over us and the world has

I have urged it upon Bucke, for instance, that he keep his book as it is now, intact—excising nothing—if

"I saw Harry Bonsall on the way—stopped at his place for a few minutes—the Post office.

His books have been sumptuously produced—oh!

And then as things are now, his position itself gives some currency to a book sent out in his name."

On the steps themselves, Ed, Warren and Harry. W.'s greeting tonight was—"Howdy? Howdy?"

He felt the one book (one was case only) carefully—looked it all around—said that "from what I can judge

Oldach said book would be 70 cents, which appeared to satisfy W.

Books, too?"

He is there in the book quite copiously—I may say, satisfactorily, too.

Said he had "considered" the book "well"—and sure enough, expecting me, he had it there on the chair,

"It is a brave book," he said, "everything about it is honest—satisfied me—everything that Oldach did

After the beautiful Emerson book—after Sarrazin—it is almost enough to shock a fellow to come across

But the book "as a whole" would "justify itself."

"Don't forget, boy," he said to me, "We want our books—some of 'em—in a week if we can get 'em!"

Commented on the book again—its printing—"greatly a disappointment to me—bad—bad: a sickly green—as I

I reminded W. of our long promise to Morse to send him a copy of the big book and he assented to the

contemplation—was this: to not take a severe view of things—to guard lest I settle into the mood of the book-bookies

—reading thus: Hannah Elizabeth Stevenson's Expense-book Motto.

I must have it in memoranda there in my note books"—pointing to the table.

said in reply to my direct question: "Yes, I like it: It is in perfect good taste —was it Tom's or Harry's

Then W. proceeded into considerable quiet statement of his own conception of the function of books in

finally must and will insist upon—in future—actual men and women—living, breathing, hoping, aspiring books—books

I should read Kennedy's piece "there towards the close of Bucke's book" for "it says this—or says part

Took sheets to Oldach today and he promised to "push" the books. But W. was incredulous.

Davis was on the big book-box nearby talking with him. There was no light in the room. Mrs.

He would indeed like to read "Underground Russia," which I named as among my books.

He had "never read any of Stepniak's books."

As to Tolstoi, I suggested that W. send him a book, and he said: "I will—I will send him a copy of our

Is anxious for the book. "I would give much to have some of them this week." Tuesday, May 21, 1889

Wondered about the book—if we were likely to hit upon copies this week.

events are events," and he laughed heartily, saying: "I do well remember it—and yet I hope to have the book

When I asked for the why of it, Watts explained that Brinton had once delegated him to buy books from

I have editions and editions of the books.

Then there is the McKay book—that is two dollars: I always charge that. Ah!

I had half a notion to send it down to Harry Bonsall and have him print it—it seemed all so well done

thus from John Burroughs, and sat there on the step and read to W.: West Park N Y.May 22d My dear Harry

W. did not know: "I have never heard anything, pro or con; but now, when we get out our little book—our

W.: "I have read it—and it is a very interesting—almost curious—book."

W. explained to her that he had "sent for peppermint sticks—one intended for Warren, one for Harry, one

Then they came forward, took my book, took me—and saved me.

I proposed that he give copies of the Birthday Book to the main speakers, and he instantly took hold