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living near a railroad— —I am well as usual— WW London Ont Ontario Canada, Nov November 28– 83 1883 My

I am up in my little room writing this while my patients are sadly pacing up and down the hall.

Have 42 men in my charge. Will have to close for the present so good-bye.

sense & mellowed & ripened by five years your 1883 book (biographical & critical) about me & L of G—& my

—the text, O'C[onnor]'s letters, the appendix—every page of the 236 left as now—This is my spinal and

business in another sphere & land—Your letters come & are always welcome—As I close I am sitting in my

big chair in my room 1½ p m quiet & measurably comfortable— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Richard Maurice

Bucke replied on September 28, 1888: "I note all you say about my 'W. W.'

My dear Poet: I spent last evening in fighting for you, in reading you, and, in a feeble way, expounding

up the balance, and that moreover, adulation would as soon turn the head of Moosilanke Moosilauke , my

My friend Baxter sent us his copy of your big book with notes, one or two, from you, pasted in.

I send you my heartiest wishes for the prolongation of your noble life in content and in as great a measure

Tom Harned here last evn'g—full of business—a roast apple for my breakfast—am reading " Holland , its

is ab't 3 & I am feeling in fair mood—dark & damp out, mild, looks like more strom— very uneasy ab't my

sister at Burlington Vermont—She is sick & old & nervous & in a bad way—my niece Jessie (Jeff's daughter

) at St Louis is getting along fairly—my brother Ed is still at the Blackwood institution (we pay $3½

fund which provided Whitman with nursing care, Richard Maurice Bucke observed to Traubel on April 1: "My

idea is that the 'Fund' should pay Dr Longaker and I increase my subscription to meet this [by $5],

Sheree L.Gilbert"As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado" (1865–1866)"As I Lay with My Head in Your

Lap Camerado" (1865–1866)"As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado" first appeared in Whitman's separately

"As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado" (1865–1866)

WHO learns my lesson complete?

as every one is immortal; I know it is wonderful—but my eye-sight is equally wonderful, and how I was

conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful; And pass'd from a babe, in the creeping trance of

And that my Soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and

My life now seems very pale & poor compared with those days.

which I derive any satisfaction, Julian & that bit of land up there on the river bank where I indulge my

is developing into a very happy, intelligent boy, full of enthusiasms, full of curiosity, & is about my

I hope I can see my way to go to W again to see him. I shall not stay here in P. much longer.

skin: my skin is free: I perspire freely: I don't know but every day this winter my body has been at

own way—hold by my own views.

He shook his fist at me: "Why so hot, my little man?

"Tell them I am still chained to my rock but that I can still flap my wings: tell them I may not be just

Give my love to Doctor B.

My taste is alien—on other currents: I do not seem to belong in the Swinburne drift.

I find it difficult to account for my dear woman's taste.

It's a good sight for my old sore eyes: leaded, double-leaded.

Dowden sent it to me himself: I have always kept it near my chair—I wanted it handy.

On another occasion he said of it: "Sylvester is on several sides my friend—my friend, I think, for general

Ellis is a friend of Chubb's and wrote me warmly about my own book."

I laughed, "That would be poor revenge, from my standpoint!"

He has given me new meanings about my health. "Bucke and I discussed it.

"I must take some report of my talks back to the boys. They will expect it.

Displayed all my treasures but these—the greatest treasure of all.

My new writing on Walt takes quite a different turn from the old.

I have my material all out, & I have now to sort out & reject & put it together.

My deepest love to the dear old man. I keep well, but need a change.

My evening's talk with W.

W. said to my description, "How glorious! I can feel it all.

—Why should I trouble you with my pains? You have pains of your own." He paused for a minute.

"Neither did I for the most of my life: I hardly knew I had a stomach or a head for all the trouble I

I am told that Stoddard is pretty sour on me—hates even to have my name mentioned in his presence, never

"I am always sure that in some way my friends hear all that I say about them: all the love I say about

My dear friend and fellow toiler good bye.Yours faithfully,Joaquin Miller. Saturday, April 21, 1888.

He did not move at my entrance nor did I disturb him. Then to Philadelphia. (Mrs.

This is now my own personal, authenticated volume—sealed, signed, made as it stands, by me, to so remain

It is my ultimate, my final word and touch, to go forth now, for good or bad, into the world of the future

left with him.Speaking again of his condition, "I am weak—weak—weak, but everybody is so kind to me, my

Give my love to Walt.

Sunday, August 2, 1891Did not see W. today—but on my way to Philadelphia stopped at Post Office where

Either he stepped behind his wife or she ran between us, for, by the time I had my pistol in my hand,

Our right arms crossed and I felt the muzzle of his pistol against my coat when I fired."

I felt that my revolver had missed fire and that I was wounded.

With the idea that my gun was no good, I dropped it and grabbed Baker's wrist.

Near their rallying place I had been born (Manchester) if my parents had put off their voyage for a single

Will you return to them my cordial thanks and good wishes.

How proudly my father & mother will drop their tears on the message!...Ever,John H.

My memory plays me the devil's own trips." Will "try" to "have it made ready tomorrow."

I stamped it out with my foot. But for the chance of my presence, things may have gone evil.

(Now, if there were living near me, such people that I could take my Walt Whitman books with me, and

I dont don't want my your books worn out by borrow ers but I like to lend them as I feel like—sending

I see that I can get (or have) the means to come and pay my own way, first and last.

All stubbornly at my own expense. As I write this, I am not disposed to come there.

As I have exhausted my sheet, I forbear giving news of the situation with us, till such is called for

previously published in Leaves of Grass, "Passage to India" was Whitman's attempt to "celebrate in my

to start off on a long business & drumming tour west—goes in three weeks, will be away two months— My

May 11 / 89 Dear Walt: Yesterday on my way up to Olive to see my wife's father, who is near the end of

No words come to my pen adequate to express the sense of the loss we have we suffered in the death of

Drop me a line my dear friend if you are able to do so. With the old love John Burroughs A. D.

M Chicago, June 1 st 18 89 My Dear Old Friend The enclosed I clipped from the Inter Ocean today, and

Whitman Sent "My 71st Year" on June 9, 1889 to Richard Watson Gilder of the Century, where it appeared

Called my attention at once to another postal from Washington.

"I can't be arrogant with myself—can't absolutely subdue myself: my fears will spring up—then my hopes

"I wrote my usual postal to William—also a postal to the Doctor."

He therefore said: "I am getting pretty near my financial edge—my limit.

He was a little twitted by my stubbornness. I saw it.

As he saw my big bundle he asked: "What have you got there—what is all that?"

W. acquiesced in my disposition of the various business matters.

"I, for my part, am satisfied—fully satisfied: would let it go at that.

A thousand thanks my dear Walt Whitman for all you have written.

"It would take a good deal." said W., "to persuade me from my conviction—my old conviction, born at the

Upon my protest he said: "No, it's all right: I was just thinking whether I should not go over to the

My own personal choice among books is for those you can put in your pocket."

My dear Mr. Whitman:Allow me to introduce to your acquaintance my young friend, Mr. E. H.

visit to you last March, when I was on my way home from Johns Hopkins University.

Pardon my delay in acknowledging, due to illness.

was originally intended as a sort of barricade: I set it up to hold back the desperate assaults of my

a condition of half-suspended life"—adding: "Do you just keep things moving until I get balanced on my

Stopped at Osler's on my way to church. Not at home.

I hate to have anybody around, right in my room, watching me. Maurice, do I need to be watched?"

I trust that you have not so far forgotten my article as to think my meaning was that attributed to me

But he said: "I am not myself today: I am very uncomfortable in my head: very uncomfortable in my belly

Went off to town to keep my appointment with Bucke.

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

I shook my head.

Said to Bucke: "I am not at my worst—neither at my best."

"My health has only been so-so, neither much good nor much bad."

I talked to W. of my Japanese friend Tatui Baba.

Of course my report would be forty years old or so.

I don't intend it for cant when I say in my book that my best lesson is the lesson by which I am myself

Robert Buchanan's new volume of essays placed in my hands.

Still, I know my own condition—don't need him to tell me about that—can't be fooled."

He still insisted: "I know my condition better than any doctor."

I fell to-nighttonight—had a cup of water in my hand."

He is as dear to me as my old clothes!"

W. waited for my reply. I said some things.

I was alone, the family of my host having gone on some visit to a neighbor.

Insensibly, my consciousness became less and less distinct; my head leaned back; my eyes closed; and

my senses relaxed from their waking vigilance.

The person to whom I spoke stared in my face surprisedly.

"Himself hung it around my neck," said the veteran.

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?

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

I send my love specially to Alma and the girls & the new Mrs J— Nothing very new with me—I am ab't as

Portrait —have already outlined & partly prepared it—you shall have it soon — I am writing this up in my

floor all around horribly litter -rary, but a cheery wood fire in the little stove—& I comfortable in my

Here I am sitting up in the big chair—I got up ab't noon, (& shall keep up an hour or two, & send you my

the last two days—but the indications are still favorable (good pulse the Dr says last two days) for my

getting sort abt as usual—Dr B went back to Canada last Tuesday night, R.R. train—I am half thro' on my

roseate toward me & I feel thankful & responsive—& all the confirmatory possible— I am still kept in my

the indication of it—& to-day Saturday a fearful hot & oppressive baker & prostrater , the worst to my

printing office is now all diverged on a Harrison and Morton book, hurry is up—will take them a week—my

morning yours of March 14th —I am deeply sensible of the interest you have taken for me and return my

to fill—it is an entirely different branch of the profession from that in which I have been engaged—My

and the general superintendance of building a piece of work—As a draughtsman I am totally deficient—my

Camden Dec 13 '77 Dear Bee My sister told me at breakfast to say to you she would be happy to have you

thinking much the few hours past of what Mr Eldridge told me of a young Mrs Needham (an intimate friend of my

a lunatic asylum —just from sheer overwork, & too intense concentration, ardor, & continued strain —My

—My book Leaves of Grass as now printed, is in its permanent form—My other Vol. of equal size Two Rivulets

, (i.e. of Real and Ideal) will comprise all my other writings, Prose & Verse , & is now being put into