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stopping now and then in the silence, Alone I had thought—yet soon a troop gathers around me, Some walk by my

side, and some behind, and some em- brace embrace my arms or neck, They, the spirits of dear friends

lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida

from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve, I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I my

our house you must send your love to her also when you write i wish you would write to them this is my

sometimes you are writing at your desk well i am writing this down stairs all alone i have been on my

though maybee maybe i would come but i havent haven't had a word from her since she dident didn't get my

letter) write as often as you can dear and say if you got my letter of Louisa Van Velsor Whitman to

Since I last wrote you I have continued my hospital visitations daily or nightly without intermission

My dear friend, if you should be able to go, or if not able yourself give this to your sister or some

friend who will go—it may be that my dear boy & comrade is not so very bad, but I fear he is.

I send my thanks & love to yourself, your sister, husband, & the sisters Wigglesworth.

I have taken this liberty at the suggestion of my uncle Mr Symonds, to whom I showed the verses, and

by whom I was assured that my sending them would not be looked upon by you in the light of an impertinence

single line they are just as I wrote them two years ago some few weeks after your book first fell into my

Owing to my want of a public-school training, I have not as yet been able to do much in the way of athletics

My Dear Walt: Your postcard came to hand some little time ago.

I have been extremely busy seeing after the new edition of my father's book; the work of seeing such

My mother has written an admirable memoir of my father at the end of the second vol.

Dear Walt, I think I will address you in future by your "nighest name," for I think you will know that my

reading some old letters of yours to Pete Doyle, & their wonderful loving kindness & warm affection stir my

For I want to read them to "the College" on my return.

As I read them I thought often & often of my dear friend Fred Wild.

I received your welcome letter of October the 22 nd —I rejoice that you and my friends at Glendale continue

I enclose my portrait and one for Morse.

I like it because I look in it as if I meant to paint or do my best in that direction!

Give my regards to all enquiring friends especially Tom Harnard and also to M Davies.

My dear Walt You will be glad to hear that I am going to republish some of mothers essays; giving some

present thinking over her life is the only thing that I take pleasure in: indeed I am unable to get my

Giddy is fairly well and so is my brother Percy, his wife and chubby boy (Alexander G.)

I am getting back to my painting again and feel a little bit more together, but not much: never did son

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

Brooklyn 10 Oct 1866 My dear Walter i got you letter to day wensday Wednesday with the money all safe

like an age since i had seen you i am glad you are better situated than you was i am about the same of my

yesterday and to day today i feel better and not so weak and exausted exhausted like i did feel i have my

bed out in the room and sleep better and my appetite is better sis has been quite sick so marthe had

Schmidt April 4, '74 Copenhagen, April 4, 1874 My dear Walt Whitman, Coming home from our "Athenaeum"

Norwegian "Aftenbladet" (Evening Paper) for April 1 the the first real criticism of your book, I found on my

The author is a young man in my years; his name is Kristian Elster, he is living at present in Throndhjeim

Here follows a photography that gives a true idea of my stature;—the face is not good.

Whitman My Dear Sir I received your letter on the 8 , & was very glad to hear from you.

You asked about my Grand-Mother, she is alive, but, I cannot say well.

I attended an Academy last winter, but, my teacher went away, so I stopped going there We are having

I would send you my picture but I want you to come & see me myself. & very much Oblidge Oblige Your loving

I look round the circle of my acquaintance for her equal.

I shall always esteem it a privilege to have borne my small share in testifying the respect & gratitude

My wife & children are away at Ventnor (Isle of Wight), as the London winter threatened to be too much

for my wife's delicate chest.

B. " and has considerable to say of my "fame"—(I am not sure but we are to put E C S on our list of real

I am sitting in my big chair by the oak wood fire as I write—it is a darkish, damp, heavy-air'd day &

I am not feeling my easiest—Mr Ingram has just been in & bo't a copy of Nov: B. for a Quakeress friend

, & got some loose reading matter for a prisoner in jail I send to sometimes —my head is weighty & sore

Camden Saturday noon Sept. 22 '88 Still here in my big chair in the sick room yet—a coolish wave to-day

him as of old—he thinks himself it affects his literary power, (style, even matter)—Horace told him my

binder this evening—Shall not feel out of the woods & all safe, until I see the October Century , with my

roots" for the meter (slang from N Y vagabonds, for favorable prophecy)—It gets cooler & I have donn'd my

In his journal he wrote of their farewell: "He presses my hand long and tenderly; we kiss and part, probably

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

I have just changed my quarters—I moved to-day back again to the same house Mrs.

Benedict— I have not got my old-room but a room right over it—it is in the attic, it is true, but I think

is, as well as one is apt to like any quarters here in Washington—I will write you how I like it in my

stomach, just in the waist—last Saturday he had an operation & had it extracted—it was in, the length of my

I know—I send you a piece by me from the paper here —the young man alluded to was much like one of my

shall come on to Washington yet—on a brief visit—Tell Charles Eldridge I shall write to him this week—My

brother & sister & Eddy here are well—My sister at Burlington, Vt. was as usual at last acc't account

Louis—As I write I am sitting here in my big chair alone ( alone muchly ,) in the parlor by the window—It

and then in the silence, Alone I had thought—yet soon a silent troop gathers around me, Some walk by my

side, and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck, They, the spirits of friends, dead or alive—thicker

lilac, with a branch of pine, Here out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida

from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve, I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I my

Lovering," Poet Whitman said, "wrote to me about five weeks ago, saying that my Boston friends wished

Lovering, of the Committee on Pensions, who was favorable to the project, and asking my consent.

It was whilst assisting at a surgical operation that I became poisoned throughout my system, after which

I became prostrated by hospital malaria, which finally caused my paralysis."

Not up during my stay.

W. on bed this evening during my whole stay.

my printer's in N.

Y., & which I can send you an order for,) you now have all my books in the market.

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

In my opinion, the appointment of such an officer is desirable for many considerations.

Since my connection with the Department of Justice, I have had occasion to observe that a large proportion

in the views expressed by you to the Chairman of the Judiciary Committee, and have the honor to add my

The questions of law upon which my opinion is requested are not stated, and there is among the papers

I, therefore, feel under the necessity of returning the papers to you, and of asking that, if my opinion

of the claim, a statement of the facts of the case, and of the questions of law upon which you wish my

Agnes designs a big charcoal reproduction of the Gutekunst picture by my father.

W. likes the idea, and proposes to send her a picture from which my father can work. The day cool.

Later in the day he sent proof up to my home. Added to it his Rossetti letter.

A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As slow

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

MY spirit to yours dear brother, Do not mind because many sounding your name do not under- stand understand

you, I do not sound your name, but I understand you, I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you

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

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

when you refer to me, mind not so much my poems, Nor speak of me that I prophesied of The States, and

I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior—I will tell you what to say of me: Publish my

name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom

MY spirit to yours dear brother, Do not mind because many sounding your name do not under- stand understand

you, I do not sound your name, but I understand you, I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you

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

ATTORNEY GENERAL'S OFFICE, Washington, March 4, 1868 My dear Mr.

I can fully join in the same testimony, as he treated, as physician or surgeon, many a case under my

I send you, dear sir, my friendliest respects & well wishes, Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to W. O.

For the month of July my address is as above.

winter Were you pleased with the article and portrait of yourself which appeared in the sixth volume of my

not happen to have seen the work, I will take pleasure in sending you the sketch and illustration on my

The mere reading from some of your pages serving to open the eyes of my hearers.

I am perfectly certain that this will be my spring message as long as you stay here with us.— As for

Please give my regards to Traubel and other friends.

It was in my hands two days before the beginning of the new year.

This unexpected delay makes me very sorry; my mind is full of your poems, but naturally I won't beginn

begin to write before having in my hands as complete materials as possibly possible .

Clausen, who Rudolf Schmidt called "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

—Letters f'm Bolton to-day —good weather, warm—I have just made my supper—some string beans & a dish

Mary Davis makes very nicely, tomatos stew'd with onions & crumbs of well toasted bread—(a dish my mother

My idea for the scheme of y'r full book w'd be— a rambling free art: by you another by Horace Sarrazin

July 21 1880 My dear Sir: I have long been waiting for an opportunity to invite you to my house here,

I mailed you the programme program some days ago, and now write to invite you to come to my house for

dots shoots of spasms of pain (quite instantaneous) in abdomen—have the pain early morning, bed rising—my

—Dr Thomas came over & Fox subsequently with nice glasses wh' upon trial did not seem to agree with my

eyes—strained them, & less clear than my old ones, wh' I resumed & since prefer to use—but something

Louis, March 28th 1869 Wm O'Connor My dear friend I am anxious to obtain through you whatever copies

with me here, and when you can duplicate the copies we would both be thankful I must beg pardon for my

much when had) I am forced to secure as best I can the records of the experience of others Please give my

Niagara Falls, America September 28 '80 My dear friend I must write you a line or two—but it will be

a short letter—I am on my way back to Camden, stopping here only temporarily.

& affectionate—(Dr has several times spoken of you) —I rec'd received your letter of a month since —My

WalterGraffinHarris, Frank (1856–1931)Harris, Frank (1856–1931) Best known for his unreliable autobiography My

In My Life and Loves, he tells of hearing Whitman's 1877 Philadelphia lecture on Paine and being greatly

My Life and Loves. 1922. Ed. John F. Gallagher. New York: Grove, 1963. Pullar, Philippa.

forward hopefully to many a good hour with you yet when the success of the meter shall have loosened my

hands and my feet from some of the restraints that are now upon them.

My arm gets on finely, am at office every day, eat & sleep fairly well Love to you R M Bucke hand to

letter to Whitman's disciple and biographer Horace Traubel: "I had a fall last evening and dislocated my

A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As slow

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

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[All my emprises]

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[Thou knowest my]

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[my end draws]

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[my brain grows rack'd]

thereof—and no less in myself than the whole of the Mannahatta in itself, Singing the song of These, my

ever united lands—my body no more inevitably united, part to part, and made one identity, any more than

my lands are inevitably united, and made one identity, Nativities, climates, the grass of the great

My dear Sir: I have received two communications from you, having date, respectively, January 28th, ult

the 4th inst. that you have some purpose of publishing these letters—and you intimate a desire for my

either officially or personally, I cannot consent to be made a party, and should decline, if I had my

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?"

Again said: "If you are going to Germantown give my affection and best love to Clifford"—adding as he

W. was not at home on my coming, but in ten minutes or so was wheeled up by Ed.

I gave him my father's translation of the German article.

I stayed but briefly—long enough to know his condition, to deliver my own messages and get his.

Laughed: "As the writer says, 'I wrap my mantle about me,' and sit down to pleasant thought!"

He was very affectionate—on my leaving took my hand—"Good-bye—bless you, boy!"