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Friday, March 4, 1892W. slept easily on my morning round (8:20 A.M.). Looked a trifle flushed.

I recovered my footing, and Mr.

My love to him—it's all I have of use.Mrs. B. & I talk of you & Mrs.

"Yes, to my sister" (and had enclosed money).

And to my negative he answered, "It is odd—you have heard from about everybody else."

demonstrative of his cordiality.I gave W. the following extract from letter from Stedman to Morris: "Do give my

Think of it: think of that as a reflection of my work, of my life, of my own dear, dear mother!

And still in the same line: "There are liars by inclination—born liars—and I seem to have had my share

I put in, "Yes, to say: I am in the hands of my friends."

In the points wherein we differ I think my work makes our difference plain and sets me up in my own individuality

I threw my valise upon a bench, and my over-coat upon it.

The good landlady's further inquisitiveness was cut short, by my taking the driver out to his wagon,

for the purpose of making arrangements and settling the price of my passage.

My neighbor by the side of the country woman, was the only exception to this.

Turning around a moment to look at Colby, who called my attention in the room, the next minute my hearing

"I can't get adjusted to it: the thought of our separation—of my personal helplessness: then my memory

I struggle against my own inner convictions."

My dear Walt,This morning I had occasion to call at the house of a Mr.

But I worked my way through it. He'd say: "Don't give up," laughing.

own personality (things seen through my eyes and what my vision brings)—a book full enough of mosaic

"It states my position—lets me state it in my own words: then lets the reader answer for the rest."

C.December, 16, 1888.My dear Sir:I should like, if I can do so without impertinence, to send you my grateful

Of the portrait sent by Smith: "That was my prime—that was the period of my power—of endurance: the period

"I always expect you to know a lot about me without my having to say it to you—about my feelings: especially

my feelings towards you."

He picked up my hand and pressed it.

"You are my one vital means of connection with the world—the one live wire left.

I shook my head. "No?" "No.

I said: "Perhaps my father can do it: I'll ask him."

I want to be generous: I'll share my possessions with you."

my special word to thee. Hear me illustrious!

lengthen- ing lengthening shadows, Prepare my starry nights.

my city! ALL IS TRUTH.

WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.

Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?

my special word to thee. Hear me illustrious!

lengthen- ing lengthening shadows, Prepare my starry nights.

my city! ALL IS TRUTH.

WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.

Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?

A.MS. draft and notes.loc.00278xxx.00263[my brain grows rack'd]about 1874poetryhandwritten1 leaf; A draft

[my brain grows rack'd]

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

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.

Some of my friends say, 'Watch Dave.' I do watch him, but not because I do not think him square.

But when it comes to my books he shies some—they are more or less suspected.

Her influence on my side has perhaps helped some to save me with Stedman.

He laughingly called my name. I stopped.

I advise you to study its mechanics: that's where my advice ends.

"I am afraid if I don't pay my debt to Hicks now I will never do it at all.

And it is a sort of filial debt, too—a debt I owe my father, who loved Hicks."

He said: "On my bad days I like to kiss you good bye.

He grew very quiet, looked very gently into my face, pressed my hand, and turned to the window.I copy

I can't for my poor self at any rate. But never mind this.

Rose on my entrance, and went, with my assistance, to the chair.

"Have you heard of my latest splurge? No? Well—listen: I pulled a tooth today!

The fact is, I am on the move again, in spite of my disabilities."

"My eyes are poorly. It's so hot. You read it—read it for yourself—read it aloud."

"I am unable to do it myself: my pen can't go even on crutches."

Yet had to have the papers: "They are as necessary as my food."

I know these people are my friends—respect the work I have tried to do.

I will amend my prayer: God help us not to want to get rich!"

poems, Leaves of Grass, in England under my sanction.

Yes," I said to W., "that's rather on my side.

He motioned me to a seat—questioned me about my day's work, etc.

W. said: "I am confident of it: but I always plant myself on my own plans in the end."

But my book has aroused his suspicions.

I said something in my note to Bucke to-daytoday about the possibility of W.'

Lanier was once my friend—once thought himself on my side: he shied off later—could n'tcouldn't stand

. * shall uncage in my breast a thousand armed great winged broad‑ wide‑winged strengths and unknown

I want that untied tenor, clean and fresh as the Creation, whose vast pure volume floods my soul.

paces and powers, uncage in my heart a thousand new strengths, and unknown ardors and terrible —making

furious than hail hail and lightning. that leap lulling me drowsily with honeyed uncaging waking in my

likely relates to the following lines, from the poem that would be titled "Song of Myself": "I open my

s on my way to Germantown, as he expected.

Then I remembered that he was my mother's son, my brother—not my counsellor.

Now my voice is stronger. I ask—why will you not speak to me?

For the first time I act as my nature prompts me.

Farewell, my dear friend.

I should have a number of copies—for my friends, for my family.

Said W.: "I have sent my usual postal—told him you had forwarded the paper."

My God! will my friends never know me for what I am? Of course if I chose—then I would choose!

you have quite taken the wind out of my sails: I feel helpless."

Edward lectures: that should have been my business, too: if I'd gone direct to the people, read my poems

reading an account of it: and of Mars and Jupiter and Venus: I never used to miss them: often spend my

I would sometimes try my eyes on the most distant visible stars—the familiar stars."

outdoors: that's the worst aspect of my confinement."

W. asked him to "give my love" to Mrs.

then I've a good man on my side, haven't I?" Picked up the Bucke portrait again.

17unc.00012xxx.00486Then my mother hastening1883-1888prose1 leafhandwritten; This manuscript contains

Then my mother hastening

have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of your letter of the 11th ultimo, requesting me to give you my

While I would be very happy to give my individual opinion upon this subject, if I were possessed of the

which is one of fact and not of law, and therefore not within the scope of the authority and duty of my

You misunderstand my position.

According to my information, this was not the case until the 25th of October.

books and furniture here some two weeks before, I feel at liberty to pay from the time indicated in my

thousands, each one with his entry to himself; They are always watching with their little eyes, from my

head to my feet.

lift put the girder of the earth a globe the house away if it lay between me and whatever I wanted.— My

.— what my touch wanted any thing whatever I wanted.— Surely I am out of my head!

I am lost to myself and someth something else Nature in another form has laid down in my place.

A SIGHT in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I

Who are you my dear comrade? Then to the second I step—and who are you my child and darling?

MY spirit to yours, dear brother; Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not understand you

I do not sound your name, but I understand you, (there are others also;) I specify you with joy, O my

divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side, They close peremptorily upon us, to surround us, my

A SIGHT in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I

Who are you my dear comrade? Then to the second I step—and who are you my child and darling?

30 Jan 73 My dear darling walt Walt I have just got your letter i am glad my dear you are as well as

Walter dear remember me to peter write just as you are say you are better than you are god bless you my

My dear Whitman, Accept my best thanks for the beautiful copy of "Leaves of Grass."

The title was given to the collection by my friend the publisher.

your proposals—I have had several—For one point I should like some publishing & radiating spot near my

own locality—for another to retain control of my book & personally advise in selling & publishing it—Will

I want to publish my Prose writings in a companion volume to L of G—Then there is a Canada man who has

Dear friend, I suppose you got my postal card.

try to get around—have better spirits than I could expect—but on trial, the least exertion confuses my

But I am sitting here at present in my room, comparatively comfortable—& feel every hope that I shall

HOTEL CHATHAM 67 & 69, RUE NEUVE ST AUGUSTIN PARIS My dear Walt Whitman.

this suits me, born democrat as I am, but I trust it will not at all disturb the future of the thee my

My address is the Langhorne Hotel, London. Drop me a line.

Woodland, California December 2, 1891 My Respected Sir: I hope you will not consider this impertinent

I hope my letter will be received in the spirit in which it is sent. Address all in my name.

I am glad to say that my interest is not confined to the books written about you.

My love for them is growing constantly, and my gratitude to the friend who first made you known to me

will find you the same Business is very dull Here now and crops is ruined for the want of rain. all of my

worment torment of of mind and toil of body is of no avil avail feafuly fearfully in want now and when my

future looks dark But may come out Better than I amagn imagine I will Buy some Hogs on a credit and feed my

30 Sept 1869 thursday Thursday afternoon my dear i have to write again you kno w i said in my letter

couldent couldn't get the money i was going yesterday but just as i was going i had quite an increase in my

I am anxious to know whether you will generously consent to my using in full the poems named.

May I hope for the honor of being permitted to dedicate my little volume of essays to yourself, in sincere

Forgive my intruding upon your privacy, — believe me, with much respect, Sincerely Yours Oswald Cave

But so you know my dear friend they are all real to me—and I often keep them months before I destroy

Many and many a mile have I rode on a Locomotive while in charge of a Freight-train and had you by my

Walt write to me and acknowledge the receipt of this—If you cannot, I shall still keep writing, in my

beautiful day overhead, and an adventurous robin chirping at 4 O:Clock this morning—I heard him from my

window—but cold chilly, freezing nights prevail—I am quite unsteady on my legs, from effects of the

grippe—and my stomach is weak, but I feel stronger this morning and encouraged— God bless you Walt, he

Comparing your rec't receipt of my books from Doolady , April 28, '73 (239 Leaves of Grass, &c.

&c)—with the of books handed over by you to Butts (168 Leaves of Grass, &c &c)—see my last letter to

Deduct 25 copies sent to Boston by my order, & 3 copies to Graphic , leaves 43 copies (@ $1.40) to be