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Yet his printing of the big book was very good—satisfactory—I was looking at it again today."

Edward Emerson uses something like that for the motto of his book—a line from his father."

I showed Clifford the book, a stitched unbound copy. W. had come directly home from Harned's.

I should announce that all I have to say I have said in my books, which anybody may buy for himself;"

that Clifford intended making some reference in his speech to the Whitman note in Edward Emerson's book

Whittier first fell upon Leaves of Grass and came upon what are called the obscene passages, he threw the book

said still further: "And Emerson was always himself—had a great self—just the self we find in the books

Found W. just going indoors, feebly, helped by Harry and Mrs. Davis. "How old he looks!"

W. asked: "And what of the books, Horace: are we to have them?" Talk various.

The books were just being delivered. Oldach had not disappointed. W. had sent the box upstairs.

I like the 'lay' of the book much!" He would send a copy off to Bucke tomorrow.

Of course, you know about his book: and by the way, Dr.

Knortz has my book: he asked to keep it a little while longer, and I consented—but that little while

But the book as a whole impressed him.

I helped him bundle the book up. He addressed it in a large hand, and put a ten-cent stamp on it.

, second volumeCommonplace book page, undated Handwritten entry from Whitman's Commonplace book (above

I gave him a list of names of those for whom to prepare books.

And said moreover: "I sent no books off today except the Doctor's—even that not till night."

tomorrow he could "take it along"—and as Tom was already up the street, he sung out: "It is a lawyer's book

"I have but glanced at the book: yet I must go through with it systematically."

We spoke of getting out a circular with respect to his book. He quite accepts the idea.

"It is one of my books there on the floor."

Would get books ready for Clifford and for me by afternoon if I called.

Said: "Tom was in—brought me the Tribune—got William's book."

He had put up my book with Clifford's and had written our names therein, with this addition—"from his

Alluded also to his birthday book.

"But," he added, "after all, the big book is the book, in my estimation: has a quality not imparted by

I suppose a book to be what it ought to be, should be loaded.

do so;" for "ours is a quiet book—must go its own way: the edition is very small.

I gave him some ideas as to shape for the book.

to Garland today for his undelivered speech of last Friday, which I design to print in the little book

Both of them speak about the posthumous O'Connor book—like it, of course.

Think, too, of the books we get from all quarters—particularly abroad: but in America, too—the handsome

Emerson book for instance—brilliantly printed, almost; and then the magazines, too—especially the Century

the poem from Rhys referred to in Carpenter's letter: had already marked out a place for it in the book

I talked over with W. plans for the book, and he was greatly interested.

"I shall have it made the biggest that will give it entrance to the book.

"He has received the pocket edition—is very warm in speaking of it—calls it a perfect book—says nothing

Journal I had left with him, letter from Julius Chambers, Bucke's letter of June fourth about the book

Said he had sent the books ordered by Garrison today.

Promised, also to prepare books for Harned, Gilchrist and Frank Williams.

Asked me to talk to this effect to Dave—also to ask of him payment for the rest of the big books purchased

Had not written to Carey or in the books or worked in any way.

Says he has been reading Stepniak—that it is a book to seize upon one.

I spoke to Dave today about settlement for the big books, and he promised to pay the current month.

If these books were issued as books mainly ought to be—in plain, cheap, acceptable but genuine form,

Our purpose in getting out these editions was not to make a popular book but to put together, to verify

He had been writing in his note-book, which laid open on the table.

Would take his cane, give a pile of books, &c., a knock—"make matters worse," as he said.

verses, without admitting that impurity is not a quality of dirt.Handed me a picture of Tolstoi out of Book

Morris told me today of Tom White's new enthusiasm over L. of G.Leaves of Grass, to him a new book.

I showed him new sheets of the last pages of the book.

thinking I would have a couple of hundred of these pages struck off for myself—not now, but after the book

These two are—I should not say the best, but among the best, pages of the book—with the best pages, anyhow

I showed Morris today the Sarrazin extract in the book.

On the table a handsome blue book which I picked up. "Have you ever seen it?" W. inquired.

Nov: 1757 died Aug: 1827 not quite 70" W., so far as my cursory glance showed me, has not marked the book

A book that touches him is always marked if it is his property.

Gilchrist's book on Blake," but offered no further criticism.Ed has not yet told him of his intention

come in contact with him, his voice, face, manner—for I believe Emerson was greater by far than his books

and "What manner of books or what not have they? none at all?—none?"

B. picked up a book that he saw on the table—a veterinary volume—and W. said—"That is Ed's there—he is

Says he is writing a book on Rhythm—wants definite talk with me sometime about W.'

My wonder is, is Brinton the man to write a book on that subject?

Not that I would in any way discount his book or whatever, in advance—only, that there are delicacies

If he has not the book, I should be glad to have him use my copy. Tell him so."

He looked over the book—became a little doubtful.

"I don't know—probably this is not the book: but it was just such a volume."

I wished to leave him Ashton Bell's name for inscribing in a copy of the big book.

He promised to write it and send the book to my house by and by by Ed.

I had the Swinburne book under my arm. He asked—"What have you there?"

"I have the ninth volume of Webster's Mark Twain's Stedman's book," he said curiously, "and I like it

this one are extracts from O'Connor and Burroughs, and a picture of John—a good one, too"—picking the book

Brinton told me more definitely today that his book on rhythm and the poetic art would be scientific—concerned

He had not read Felton's book—would get it out of a library.

Was "pleased to know" Stedman had "made quotations from Ingersoll in the book."

Asked me immediately—"Did you know Harry Wroth?"

Harry went to Albuquerque—in New Mexico—and became something there, I should judge.

And then of Kennedy: "He appears to be writing a book about Whittier.

W. pointed to a book on the table— "Have either of you seen the 5th Reader? Harper's 5th Reader?

they not only wrote me the flattering note yesterday—sent the book—but came up like a man long ago and

I showed them a sheet of the paper Dave had selected for the book. Both liked it.

'The Spy' is not a great book—yet a very good one nevertheless."

Said he had had a letter from Bucke about the book. When would it come?

I asked if he wished a set of sheets of my own little book. "Oh yes! and then I can write Dr.

Bucke positively at last that the book is practically done."

I had opened vol. 5 of the Stedman's big book at the portrait of Cooper and W. said: "Yes—I thought him

Laid down the towel he was using as a napkin—took the book—commented on it: "Yes—there it is—the Old

He keeps chiefly to his room on the second floor, where he sits, surrounded by a pile of books and papers

Whitman calls it "Traubel's dinner book."

Doubtless, anyhow, the volume is more a PERSON than a book.

s book—W. asking him then curiously—"Well—could you take hold of it? Was it clear sailing?

W. took and regarded the book with an evident affection. But he laughed about signing it.

—adding—"It is very good, anyhow," and saying further of the book as a whole—"It is wonderful neat—wonderful

Why, yes, it is a revelation to me, also—a new book to me. How many did you say Dave had?

The whole book as it is here commends itself to me."

And with it a loose copy of the book if you can get the sheets for me.

To my question, said: "You will find Bucke's book in the statistical, geneological way—as far as that

goes—reliable, confirmed: all the first part of his book must hold its own.

Burroughs' book may throw some side lights, too—be useful: I have always found it so."

Again said—"Here is something I thought might do for Morris"—picking up from a pile of books a pink-covered

authority by the London Times, the reviews, big quarterlies, men of distinct literary note: a man of books

Could not get sheets of book today—not yet at Oldach's. Left word for W.'s stitched copy.

Doctor is there in the Asylum, much harried, I should say, by cares and cares, some of them very petty—hence

We have had many such books, institutions—perhaps almost as good—now forgotten, buried, utterly obscured

He was very much disappointed because I had not been able to secure him sheets of the book.

So the presswork on "Dinner Book" is done—that being so Horace ought to have sent me a copy without waiting

comfortable meanwhile I fear you are not having a good timeI am your friendR M BuckeTell H. to send the book

Of course I know it is not your fault that the book has been slow to turn up."

Sheets of book not available yet to-day—W. again disappointed, but laughing it off.

Harris among others arrested his eye.

Going on after a pause, "So it is meant for Harris?

I know Harris—have met him—like him.

Then added, "I shall read the book myself—never fear." The room was dark.

W. said again: "I received today a book from Edward Carpenter—a book discussing the meaning of civilization—a

I think the book would interest you: I want you to read it.

Referred to printing—hoped book "well in that respect."

I had no such feeling myself about the book, even at the very first.

He made a reference to the books—"though the form in which they are produced is cheap in the extreme,

I remember a book of his I came upon years ago,—grandly illustrated—superbly.

"It is a book one would have to love"—handled it tenderly—"a heart-book and handy for the pocket—and

He asked, "Won't Miss Gould's book supply such a want?"

I don't think that book a success myself."

B.Brinton had "quieted down on the book question"—probably from feeling his book was on the road.W. described

To my notion that we must not have a reader of books, W. laughed out an "amen!"

"A letter from Bucke," he said, "but no word about the book.

Had had a letter from Bucke, "but no word anent the book.

Had he shown him sheets of the book? "No—I did not do so—did not think it worth while."

Speaking again of Willis: "There is a picture of him in Stedman's book—one of the most approved of them

This led to talk of the 11th volume of Stedman's book—W. describing it as "mainly biographical, indexical

Dave sold one copy of the big book on his Boston-New York trip last week.

Says buyers complain of the cover of the book. W. thereupon: "Let 'em complain! That is my arcanum!

If they want to put five dollars or 50 dollars into a cover, let them: the book invites it or helps it

B.Brinton's suggestion as to the book were these:London, Ont., 18 Oct 1889I wrote a note this morning

The book will have to take its fate, whatever that may be."

A young man there wanted it—sent me the 5 dollars—so I at once dispatched the book.

.: "I shall enjoy that, I have no doubt—I do not remember that I ever saw the book before—surely never

Announced that he had "already read all your book—the Hawthorne part of it"—and "with much interest."

There were two of them—brothers—Harry the great one.

Harry, I should say, was one of the greatest actors ever was—not tragic, but in such characters as Sir

Harry had the Greek principle closely observed—never overstepped—always considered, to do the thing up

That was Harry—and so he never offended.

Spoke of Fields' book. "I have been reading it—have read it now nearly all through—all the essays.

reading it and I said to him that hereafter when I met as I had in the past with those who accused his book

The best essays in the book are those on Dickens and Hawthorne—Dickens one queer fellow, Hawthorne another

about Fields' modesty—that he did not push his own part forward, whereupon W. again: "No indeed—the book

The whole book has that simple pleasing air. And Fields himself was just such a man.

The last few days, as I have gone through it again, the balance of the book impresses me as it had not

"I wrote Doctor today, that last night you brought me palpable evidence of the book's completion—that

I held it in my hand—a bound book—the consummated deed at last!"

Harry Placide, Hackett, Mrs. Vernon and a man named Reiner."

Spoke specifically of all—"the noble, gentle Harry Placide: elegant, yet acting the rough coachman to

Adding: "And I am anxious to have Doctor get his books. I hope Tom will send them—has sent them.

I am growing into the book.

I want to tell Harry Bonsall that I like his speech—indeed, you can tell him for me some day when you

I like the book—like it all.

Thought the book well-printed.

I sent off several books today," he explained, "several: one went to Dick Gilder—the other I sent to

And by the way, I have John's new book—it is upstairs—he sent it: 'Indoor Studies.'

What progress with the little book?" I have made arrangements to have the bust photographed.

He touched upon O'Connor's book on Donnelly. Harned has his copy still.