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He is not the most typically American writer.

American Literature must be a continuation of English.

Davis and Warrie were in the next room he looked at me as I busied about and asked, "Done? Done?

We were all concerned. We continued to run water into the bed till it was pretty well filled.

At 12:20 we were done. I stayed some 15 minutes longer.

Johnston is fine: he is a New Yorker: he is an American of Americans: and he is an old friend, too, as

Don't make your question too direct, as if you were fishing for an acknowledgment.

You were asleep when I came.""I suppose.""I am glad to hear you have spent a better day.""

There were speeches by C.C. Everett, of Harvard, Prof. Leidy, and some others.

I remembered that Bucke had left one of the two sheets with O'C. when we were there.

"Those Southern prisons were hells on earth!—hells on earth!"

"Washington is one of the easiest—perhaps the easiest—city in the Union to understand, to learn to get

reason, was very bitter against the U.S. authorities in not having them exchanged, so that such as were

no suspicion of a reason for it; the fact probably being, that some fellow had a kink: some others were

I had them put in type because I wished to have them ready in case either appeared while we were working

perhaps proper for me to say, in the first instance, that none of the reports of the Life-Saving Service were

A few of the accounts under the captions mentioned were written by Lieutenant Walker and others.

gradually approaching a settled condition, I hope soon to be able to redeem my promise.I wish, if it were

They were O'Connor's reports—of course they were, and he knows it." I left it with W. to examine.

His shutters were closed. Sitting by the window looking chilled and disturbed.

Schmidt had autographed this picture and inscribed it "To Walt Whitman the poet of the American democracy

No matter about the contradictions—let them be: they were inevitable: the future will judge between fact

seemed to him "quite an accession" to the matter of our pamphlet.Said he had been "out towards the city

Lincoln lecture—passages in which he thought I did injustice to actors, theatres—which he contended were

faithfully held to its object" through the "rare fidelity of the doctors"—who, as he knew them in the war, "were

Of the usual city doctor class I do not think much, but of these special men, sifted for the great purposes

Friends there or here were none too many—I should not have missed any of them."

And it is the kind we were after?"

One of the letters Ed brought me last night while you were here was from Julius, and though he sent me

"I am more interested than you know, Bill," he said, "when you get settled in the city, write me how

So we were soon enjoying the cool draught. Meanwhile talked.

And Stead has the American in him, too—progress, movement, democracy, push." Col.

W. referred to Frederick Marvin, also, as "a consistent friend when consistent friends were none too

Some of the fellows were almost as hot with me as with slavery just because I wouldn't go into tantrums

Gilchrist remarked "the wonderful grit" of American women.

"Clifford and his wife and daughter were here.

Frank Williams and his wife were over today—also Osler—but there were no other visitors, except, of course

"And do you know, Walt, we thought Sunday that you were dying?"

Washington.I send herewith the copy of my American Institute Poem.

, will deliver a poem at the American Institute Fair upon the occasion of its opening.

What other American poet has ever been honored like this? A few years ago Charles G.

was one of them—and John Burroughs, too—though John never so vehement, hot, in his interest, as we were

But the people after all were wise—soon settled upon the unquestionability of Lincoln.

All along the line of the big cities—New York, Philadelphia, Boston,—up in the great Northwest, Detroit

they were very cute!—and Lincoln was a conceded man.

the Copperheads even, of whom there was a great following along the borders,—sometimes in the big cities

He asked, "Should something be added here to show they were written to people of foreign lands?"

I thought those on the table—fixed up—autographed—were all.

And also to hear that you and your wife were enjoying yourselves.

I presume the article will appear in the Aug No. but if it has appeared in the American Ed. of the July

Lincoln was pilot of a ship—the storm raged, the stars were lost—horror, horror, horror!

I want to get hold of the American ed.edition of your work—which was lent me by Buchanan, but I understand

"Besides maybe the English crowd is wrong and the American crowd is right.

Louis and other cities.

Working a while and then moving on, he practically explored every state and city south and west.

There were some objecting to his seeming preference for Ingersoll &c.

Some of them were landscapes. W. said: "They make me feel home-sick for the open air.

He and Ingersoll were dear friends, I am told.

I have heard many stories about him and they were all the right kind—all on the side of love.

Tells me of the Hicks: "Some of these bits were written as many as thirty years ago.

Yesterday I turned a hive up and pruned it, that is cut out a lot of old dirty comb; the little fellows were

He added—"The old army passes were written with enormous big pens, sometimes: have you never seen one

They were written immense—a letter an inch high often—intended to be read at night—by light of lamp,

Yes, they were often forged—but not forged as much as you would suppose: the fellows grew to be very

B. was always my friend—that his allusions were always kind—that he quoted 'Leaves of Grass' without

young man who was over for the books the other day said Dave's father was in such a bad way, they were

It was a curious controversy—there were great men on both sides of it—many things were said both pro

A famous flower, once-a-day, but now nearly extinct, like the American buffalo."

days the stage is made up of giants and nobodies: back in that other time nobody was a nobody—there were

It is on 'American Poets,' I think he said."

to congratulate you on the accuracy with which it is printed, a thing not ordinarily met with in American

certain inevitable errors of typography, but these may be expected, and found, in other as well as American

I did not go directly home—gave Aggie her doughnut in the city, at a meeting, when refreshment time came—she

Again: "The several copies I had I sent away at once and they were liked. Oh!

Will get to Stoddart by Monday.North American Review advertises as to appear soon: "Our National Literature

HoraceI came to this town yesterday on some government business—left directions that any telegrams were

Our hands were clasped during the whole of the talk, and I knew it was with genuine love he pressed mine

He had me arrested, but the sympathies of the community were all on my side."

"While you were low I cabled every day and they cabled back their love." "Good boys, all!"

"And when at last I cabled that you were better, they responded, 'Joy!'" "Noble fellows!

Your letters of July 9 last, and Oct. 8 were welcomed.

I asked W.: "Walt, don't you sometimes put that American neglect business a bit too strong?"

I said: "You were face to face with your enemies here: in England you were only face to face with your

Symonds, Dowden, Rossetti, those others, were exceptional and few."

"Don't you think you were too optimistic?" He wanted to know "how."

It was a fair sample of what we call American journalist cheek.

"Yes-there in Brooklyn: we were coming down what was called Washington Hill together: it was years and

objected to the negro nurses: but the Southerners seem to have settled that long ago—accepted them—were

This is upon the general subject of a needed American literature in the highest sense, and of our imaginative

When we were together in Boston I said to Emerson: 'Mr.

democracy: it peculiarly fits in with your character and your idealism: we would be surprised if it were

I find W. was mistaken—Harry had nothing to do with Illustrated American piece, but says there's little

Frontispiece portrait of Ruskin "very vital": indeed, W. felt that "all the illustrations" were "fine

which piracy lets loose sets ideals before our young readers which are contrary to the spirit of American

I do not quite understand how the English ideal of life differs from the American, but a discussion of

The American Ideal in Fiction—that will be the title; and each contributor will be expected to point

piece is (as you say) 'astonishingly enthusiastic,' but its enthusiasm somehow offends me, as if it were

If I were the absolute master of the proof, I should have hacked out one-half at least—probably two-thirds

W. also gave us doughnuts, explaining to Morris that they were Mrs.

Davis' make, but remarking when he learned we were on our way to take tea in Philadelphia: "Then I won't

The portrait (same as Illustrated American) W. spoke of: "It is pretty good—has good points—but it emphasizes

The pluck and bull-dog tenacity of life exhibited by the dying Hollandisk-American bard, Walt Whitman

They were talking of Edwin Arnold on my entrance. Ingersoll hearing me sprang up with warm hand.

I suggested, "An American will not rest: it takes a fever to make him rest."

In the parlor, while they were getting ready, a little talk.

They were both in high good humor.

Afterwards he explained: "Brady had galleries in Washington: his headquarters were in New York.

resumed after a brief stop: "But there never has been a portrait of Lincoln—never a real portrait: there were

I had the Willis life in the American Men of Letters series. Would he like to read it?

Permit me to congratulate you and to feel a little pride myself as an American that you have received

Well, they were here—did not stay long—but it was a brightening visit.

To which I responded by mentioning the Illustrated American of the present week, with its five pages

The letters were warm in spirit.

Ed afterwards said: "I wondered what you were at up there." He was in the parlor below.

He and Sarah Helen Whitman were great friends: he sends me here a few bits from one of her letters to

read his book then as I have read it now.Is it your haunting voice as I heard it that last night we were

"There were clusters of them—clusters of clusters of them: every general with some, every high officer

There are words, Luther said, which are half battles, and these words on your title page were armory

And, by the way, they brought me some whiskey—which they mostly drank up themselves, till they were quite

I remember my Washington experience: here were lives just wavering in the balance—life on that side,

Yet we were to note "the great story-tellers—the writers—say Walter Scott, whose genius for taking us

The fellows were wonderfully takable—I fell to them at once.

Ingram were here about an hour ago: a nice call—a fine old woman." Returned me Meissonier.

I am a little at wonder why the American reprint takes up this picture: it appeared in the English edition