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Dear Walt: I have been so ill, and so burdened with the office charge, being scarcely able to hold my

of Bacon's Promus —a strong anti- Shakespere Shakespeare document—which hurt the book immensely, and my

Walt Whitman (Don't forget to return my Times article sometime.) William D.

I am rejoiced at what you say of my contribution, but feel dreadfully at the prospect your letter opens

, of my paragraphing being changed.

I could bear with equanimity anything but that—especially the breaking up of my running account of the

Besides, you told me I was to have my way. I will write you again after I get the revise.

never been translated) and send you a version of some of his splendid sentences; and when I collect my

I am afraid, too, that the Doctor overstates my proficiency in Elizabethan letters.

As I read it, my main thought was whether it would do good or harm, and I am still in dubiety on this

Shouldn't wonder if the book, and especially my share in it, would make an enormous row!

The title page is very handsome, and the Lucretian motto delights my soul.

I hope, therefore, my paragraphing may be permitted by the benignant printer.

I was horrified to learn that my footnote about Lowell was set as per copy.

The note, I guess, will have to stand as it is, for I am at the disadvantage of having left my annotated

My name is Promptness. Good printer-man, thou, too, be not obdurate, but grant me a revise!

I am rummaging my memory for an epigraph for the appendix, as you requested.

My dear Walt: The article you sent Nelly from the London Leader is in my possession. Good!

If, ever since I have been here, I had not had the worst cold I ever had in my life—a cold which has

made me really sick and spoiled the pleasure of my visit—I should doubtless have ere this sent off the

On my way through New York I enquired at Harpers for Curtis and found he was out of town.

My wife returns your friendly remembrance and yours, I hope, has not forgotten me.

My dear Walt: I am enraged and ashamed with myself to have never sent you a word responsive to your letters

It was such rain as we have often seen here from my windows, only this time I saw it all alone.

The rascally Congress taxes me in September fifty dollars in a lump, besides my usual income tax, so

Ellen O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My

Ashton has spoken (at my instigation) to Mr Otto the Assistant Secretary of the Department of the Interior

that it is the Secretary of War's "policy" which prevents exchange, and if this is true, I pray from my

I got it, looked into it with wonder, and felt that here was something that touched on depths of my humanity

My dear Walt: I duly got your letter of May 5th and was very glad to hear from you.

Part of it is about my coming upon the Times —a sort of hankering treatment of the subject, but no offer

, which of course he couldn't well make, not knowing exactly how useful or available my talent would

Give my loving remembrance to all, especially your mother.

I suppose it would be best to have it done by my agency, and I suggest that I write F.

Give my love to your mother.

his January 16, 1872 letter to Rudolf Schmidt, Whitman wrote that Freiligrath "translates & commends my

My purpose was to kill two birds with one stone—get well and fix up the "Carpenter", but I fear neither

I never was so tired in my life, and am so sleepy that I drop off in slumber if I sit a few minutes in

beard grow down all over the rocks like sea-weed, and cover the sea, and my hair spread backward over

Give her my best love.

I heard that Higginson did not like my "Good Gray Poet." This is sad.

his January 16, 1872 letter to Rudolf Schmidt, Whitman wrote that Freiligrath "translates & commends my

I told her I would mark passages for her in the copy I meant to send on my own book, but didn't send

How shall I thank our poet for the beautiful book, and for my name written in it by his own hand so near

I wish you would see that the printer puts all names of books into italics , as my copy indicated.

One thing I must beg, that you will restore to its place in the text so much of Emerson's letter as my

It is absolutely necessary to my point on Cook that the letter should stand right up there and face him

entirely to my taste.

It is probable that my state is reaction from the severe work of the winter at Washington.

The Manhattan is going to be revived shortly and is to print my paper, called "Hamlet's Note-Book", the

want the to appear as it was in the pamphlet, a form which always pleased us both, and you will see by my

with a carefully transcribed printer's copy of the pamphlet, and it is evident that the galoot has had my

My Good Gray reads really well in the new version. I had no idea it was so good!!

If I get a revise, I will correct: if not, you please have an "s" put on to my "lightning"—it is more

I also enclose a press copy of my reply, and of the note I subsequently addressed with the MS to the

Montgomery wrote me a very kind note, saying that the editor wouldn't print my article for "professional

I was quite ill and weighed down with lassitude when I wrote it,—spurred only by my indignation.

Upon its return from the , I had a vague wandering notion of sending it to the Critic , as my blue pencil

Wonders will never cease, and after all Houghton consented to publish my little work "Hamlet's Note-Book

I am getting better, and hope soon to be myself again—A bandaged hand prevents my writing, and everything

As soon as I get the free use of my hand, I will write to him, as you suggest.

Nothing will ever please me like knowing that my Bucke letter stands as it does with you.

"Well, then," rejoined the other, "I think your sister is the ugliest girl I ever saw in my life."

My lameness is very bad, and I am very exhausted before many hours pass each day.

My special trouble now is what they call schlerosis —an induration of the lower part of the spinal cord

I have never been troubled with costiveness in all my life, but now, like yourself, I have a partial

paralysis of the bowels, and must, under medical orders, resort to artificial means, and this is my remedy

a heavy cold on the chilly Sound boat in returning from Providence, which increased seriously after my

return, and developed into a bad attack of erysipelas, with which my head and face were well covered

He was so pleased with the epigraph, and so particularly pleased, as it seemed, with my enthusiastic

for Comstock, and shows that he is on the descending plane, down which I hope, and indeed heard, that my

He took my dare beautifully meek, I must say.

At present my brain is just mud—I have a heap of letters unanswered.

I am at work on my Tribune letter, which I hope will prove satisfactory.

consideration is swallowed up in the consciousness that you like what I have written—that you feel that my

My principal corrections—the ones I feel specially desirous to have made are as follows: I.

Bucke sent me my foot-note, and I have made the change (Page 100.).

to think of anything—in fact, I have been in too much trouble to think effectually—that is to give my

especially such as this one: I was sitting at breakfast yesterday morning, when the lines came into my

longing to send you a word, but you can't imagine how hard it is for me to rouse myself to write, in my

my wretched lameness prevents me from exerting myself as I want to.

Despite my illness and inanition, I am all agog for the result.

"O for the light of another sun, With my Bazra sword in my hand!"

Heyden's "The Last Words of Al-Hassan" contains the lines "O Allah, for the light of another sun, / With my

Didn't my lower stomach shout to my upper stomach with loud halloos!

But that my illness makes me unfit for composition, I would like to review Donnelly's reviewers so far

My talk with him must have sunk in. Goodbye. Nelly sends you her love. So do I.

Shall I live to write my Shakespeare book and a score of gorgeous romances?

Rely on me, Walt, for anything you want done here, or anything at all in my power.

Of the O'Connors, Thomas Jefferson Whitman wrote on June 13, 1863: "I am real glad, my dear Walt, that

My dear Walt: I am enraged and ashamed of myself to have never sent you a word responsive to your letters

It was such rain as we have often seen here from my windows, only this time I saw it all alone.

The rascally Congress taxes me in September fifty dollars in a lump, besides my normal income tax, so

Of the O'Connors, Thomas Jefferson Whitman wrote on June 13, 1863: "I am real glad, my dear Walt, that

Ellen O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My

Another on page 74 (very bad) where my sturdy "I vaunt it and I stand by it," is spoiled by being rendered

My dear Walt: I snatch five minutes from writing up the wrecks.

Yet in my heart I hold and love him for aye.

For my own part, it (the Republican article) made me marvel.

I cannot make my belief square with such a notion. Au revoir .

I am up to my ears in office work, wretchedly unwell, and wish I could be away.

My dear Mr Whitman: I have sent you by express today a new etching which I think you will like.

My dear Mr.

My dear Mr Whitman: I am very glad you are pleased with the pictures.

If you will kindly look over those you have kept you will find one with my name on & a few words from

EDITORIAL•DEPARTMENT THE CENTURY•MAGAZINE UNION•SQUARE•NEW•YORK 25 July 1888 My dear Mr Whitman: I hope

My Dear Sir Your proof came to too late for us to make the corrections & I return it so that you can

criticism . . . after full retrospect of his works and life, the aforesaid 'odd-kind chiel' remains to my

Were I near you I should like to have the honor of paying my personal respects to you.

If you would write your name upon my 1855 edition, which I intend to present to a public library, I should

My Dear Walt.

This is my apology for this intrusion.

As a further clue to my identity, I may tell you that I am editor of this paper and English correspondent

I immediately appealed to my lady friends and patriots in Philadelphia, and they have sent me on a fine

I have never had better health in my life, perhaps I can explain it to you.

My regards to them and hope they are out of Campbell Hospital. What became of poor Dick?

I have very little time tis true, yet I endeavor by writing rapidly to have time to keep up my correspondence

Have I not my hands full by the way you wish to know what Jones Hotel is.

I send my Photo and shall expect one of the Prince of Bohemia by return I will write in a few days.

asked several times where your books could be obtained & as I had sent the paper with Col H's letter to my

With kind regards of my family to you I am truly Yours &c Will W Wallace Will W.

Channing forthwith—& fulfil my promised visit to them also, before I return here—which will be about

My ambition points to this branch for myself I feel qualified for an inspector of Hospitals and I think

Give my kind regard to Amos [Herbert] and others of Campbell Hospital.

The Army of the Potomac "Oh my" what has to come of it I hope to hear of brilliant achievements in that

Whitman:— I have thought of you often since my call upon you the other day (and before, too, for that

matter), and felt, that although I have a copy of your works in my library, I would like one from you

420 Green Ave Brooklyn Apr. 10/91 My Dear Mr.

Whitman: Allow me to introduce to you my friend of many years' standing—Mr.

—I reached out my hand to feel the life-blood thrill beneath my fingers—I was faint with transport.

arms above my head to catch the stray sunbeams;—hugged it to my bosom transported with extatic emotion

;—yet never came before my vision sensual forms or thought found place in my imagination;—Was I passionless

—the warm, sympathetic tears that crept from beneath my eyelids and rolled lovingly down my bosom, soothing

my beating heart?

. * "No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or as aiming

Leaves of Grass has been chiefly the outcropping of my own emotional and other personal nature—an attempt

day, there can be no such thing as a long poem, fascinated him: "The same thought had been haunting my

flashes of lightning, with the emotional depths it sounded and arous'd (of course, I don't mean in my

"I round and finish little, if anything; and could not, consistently with my scheme.

I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New York to pay you

my respects.

The air tastes good to my palate.

Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art?

Another song on the death of Lincoln, "Oh Captain! My Captain!"

Y.) and My Life on It as Child and Young Man…Printing Office—Old Brooklyn…Lafayette…Broadway Sights…My

I have been exercised deeply about it my whole life.)

Again he was ask'd to yield, this time by a rebel captain.

The rebel captain then shot him—but at the same instant he shot the captain.

From today I enter upon my 64th year.

he screams to a gaping universe: "I, Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a Cosmos; I shout my

voice high and clear over the waves; I send my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."

From those beginning notes of sickness and love, there in the mist, From the thousand responses in my

O what is my destination? O I fear it is henceforth chaos!"

Endlich 1891, im Winter vor seinem Todesjahr, das gleichfalls gemischte Bändchen „Good-bye my Fancy“

die Prosaschriften in dieser Reihenfolge: „Specimen Days“, „Collect“, „November Boughs“ und „Good-bye my