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and he urged I come right in—holding my hand warmly and firmly.

Davis sign receipt—then up again—W. taking both my hands in his own then—reaching forward to kiss me.

it seems to be a statement from some of my friends—a protest—which asks the world that they may not be

awe, bolsters my conviction, lifts me.

He asked about my trip both ways—when I got in—how all the folks were—"Pardee and Ina? Ah yes!

I shall have my Waterloo, no doubt soon, but till then?"

—As to having Bush and others who have never met him come to the dinner—"If I were asked my own preference

, I should say, no—I'd rather they did not come: I do not like to make my first appearance in such condition

But the Century folks treat me well—very well; I find they humor all my eccentricities."

Joking about my increased salary: "You must look out—you will be in danger of growing rich: riches are

But again I came back to my early notion, whether it was not as well for men to observe the dial of the

Then, "I do not suppose there is any great mystery about my condition.

hide from a doctor)—that even now, as I sit here—and from only the little talk with you two fellows—my

I perhaps give only vague expression to my idea, but it is quite clear in my own mind.

I have my differences, he has his, but we agree in the main, which is enough."

That is my expectation.

As I have always understood Eakins, half of the picture is his, half mine—and my half I promised to Dr

"Yes, I suppose: and now you can witness my wish in the matter—that Bucke shall have it in payment—or

my interest in it—and Eakins' lien, too, if Eakins will assent to it."

When I entered I excused my cold hand. W. thereupon held it.

Ap 21, 1876 My dearest Friend, I must write again, out of a full heart.

"The Two Rivulets" has filled it very full—Ever the deep inward assent, rising up strong, exultant, my

Ever the sense of dearness —the sweet subtle perfume, pervading every page, every line to my sense—O

nor what answering emotion pervades me, flows out towards you—sweetest deepest greatest experience of my

Do not dissuade me from coming this autumn my dearest Friend —I have waited patiently 7 years—patiently

for him, in a whirl of bitter work and many cares, a long helter-skelter sort of an introduction, for my

He thought my prolegomena good, and I was sorry I could not make it better, but if Rees, Welsh & Co.

publish his book, I will strive to refurbish my contribution and make it better.

The thing for a pamphlet will be my letters upon Oliver Stevens and company, when we get to a stopping

Postmaster General, with my assistance, and we will put in a copy of this letter of Chainey's.

Dearest Friend: I am sitting in my room with my dear little grandson, the sweetest little fellow you

Giddy and Norah (my 3d third daughter) are gone into Durham to do some shopping.

It is about the only thing I have read since my return.

hardly realized till I left it how dearly I love America—great sunny land of hope and progress—or how my

Give my love to those of our friends whom you know & tell them not to forget us.

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

— Tuesday 29th —began sunshine but soon clouded and rain-looking—a rare egg, Graham bread & tea for my

attending—Unpleasant this ab't Mary Costelloe's ailing health & strength —I think quite a good deal ab't it—My

My dear friend, Thank you—thank you!

From the condition of my heart death is a daily probability to my conciousness consciousness & I face

all my responsibilities in the sense that it may be for me the last time.

The invective continued on November 18: "He is the worst nuisance & worriment of my illness —Keeps me

March 28/ 80 My dearest Friend Has it seemed to you a long while since I wrote?

And as regards my own feelings (though I am sorry for her sorrow, & sorry too that the excellent work

if not I will tell it you in my next & you will like him all the more.

My love to all My thoughts travel daily to America—it has become a part of my life in a very real sense

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

Conway is very friendly—but my friend Col.

I have received another paper from England to-day, with a tremendous big favorable notice of my book,

The English publisher of my book, Mr Hotten, sends them to me— Saturday, noon —I am going off for the

Stanbery is to speak on the trial, & I may go in & hear him a few minutes, but I guess I shall spend my

am determined to make you out a letter—I have been sitting here in the office all alone, fixing up my

the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me; Must I change my

said I to my- self myself ; Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf- fled baffled ?

BEHOLD this swarthy face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck, My brown hands

BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes, This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck, My brown

of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my

look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my

BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes, This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck, My brown

of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my

look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my

the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world: …For my

where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin—I draw near; I bend down and touch lightly with my

obligation to me, if you would present the enclosed bill and start it on its passage, so that I could get my

—For, like most printers, I am horribly in need of cash.— Do, my dear sir, oblige me, in this matter,

(my book). Glad to hear of yr your new books. Am still reading proof.

WS Kennedy I don't see much prospect of my work on you seeing the light soon, But—.

22 '87 Have come over here on a few days' visit to R P Smith on Arch street—Enjoy all—Have just had my

dinner—Mr S is one of my kindest friends.

again—the proof came & piece will be out in ten days or less —did I tell you that the Scribner man rejected my

usual with me—(a horrible heavy inertia lassitude)—write often as convenient God bless you & Frau & my

My dear Mr Mr.

Spofford If convenient won't you inform me soon as possible by letter here, of the dates of my copyrights

Baltimore June 6th 1891 My Dear Walt Whitman Please write your autograph & enclose in the accompanying

envelope I appreciate the many & favors asked of you but desire your autograph so much to add to my

—tho't it might be instigated by my tonic—& have intermitted it to-day (for the first since you sent)

—am sitting here after my supper, & shall go out in wheel chair to river side—y'r letters rec'd —weather

Camden pm Dec: 1 '90 Cold & raw & dark feels & looks like snow—nothing very different with me—my bro:

George has got back f'm St Louis—my poor neice niece Jessie (Jeff's daughter) was very sick (alarmingly

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Nov: 25 '85 My dear W R T Thanks for the $5. "remembrance."

My sight is better—walking power slim, almost not at all—spirits buoyant. Glad to get your letters.

Camden Evn'g: Jan: 1 '89 My best loving wishes for the New Year to you and William —O if deepest wishes

, though slowly—I & many are looking more than he knows toward W's propects—Best love & sympathy to my

remarkably fine sunny day, & I went & sat in the warm bright bask of it from 12 to 1—Not much different in my

I am still imprison'd in my sick room—Please send the "Open Court" (in the bundle) to Dr Bucke —Am comfortable

Camden Thursday Evn'g, Nov: 6 My dear friend I should like to come over Saturday, be there about noon—will

the weather good, we may have a (longer or shorter) drive, before supper—will leave the question of my

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.

What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?

I swear I will have each quality of my race in my- self myself , (Talk as you like, he only suits These

rapt verse, my call—mock me not!

my lands!

WEAVE IN, WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE. WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!

W. reports again, "This has been a horribly poor day, one of my worst—even now I am little if any better

Take them—take them with my love." Warrie quite determined to go to New York to meet Bucke.

I saw myself in it—my idea. I am not afraid but you go straight to my intention in such reports."

Walt," he said, "I want to get something from you for my next issue.

And my friend, in telling me the story, said he saw his mistake at once, but Whitman never noticed it

I never thought of Buck's $10 again till three or four days later, when I opened my long memorandum book

So I carried Buck's $10 in my memo book till Nov. 28, when your call came and, putting $5 more with it

can explain to Walt the whole thing, and relieve me from what seems a mean thing.I am not ashamed of my

I have done my duty and been liberal as I could possibly afford to be.

All-seeing I am as clear as crystal and am not worried even if I am annoyed and wish I had stated in my

love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my

To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides—to walk in the space

4 See, my cantabile!

chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my

sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes; I chant my stars and stripes fluttering in the

salutes, When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven- clouds heaven-clouds canopy my

To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the

See my cantabile!

, I chant the world on my Western sea, I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,

sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes, My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,

salutes, When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven- clouds heaven-clouds canopy my

To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the

See my cantabile!

, I chant the world on my Western sea, I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,

sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes, My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,

love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my

See, my cantabile!

For I too, raising my voice, join the ranks of this pageant; I am the chanter—I chant aloud over the

pageant; I chant the world on my Western Sea; I chant, copious, the islands beyond, thick as stars in

chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my

I am sorry to tell you that after all my careful economy & saving, the various things into which William

But I have been trying my best to put into order; but must soon drop all & go for a time, or I shall

If ever the people that owe money to William would pay me, I should not be so worried about my daily

It is like taking my life to have to give up a home with no prospect of ever having one again.

So I said, I will keep you informed of my whereabouts. & with love always— Nelly O'Connor. Ellen M.

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.

Stopped in to see W. on my way home. He remarked my early coming. "You drop in en passant?"

"I wrote him yesterday—yes indeed—and told him that if the draft was sent for me, drawn to my order,

A young fellow called my attention to it on the boat. I related this to W.

Another of his expressions to me was this: "I do seem to have taken up my pen again.

My plan is to have my father oversee a good photographing of it—then to let it be photoengraved.

And to my "yes"—"Well, what was the result?"

Again, "I wonder if Stoddart will let me have another proof-slip of my piece?"

"I don't know why the devil he copied it—my copy was as plain—at least to me."

To my "yes"—"Well, I will see—will look it up overnight."

I wonder if he got my note?" Stoddart had told me of it.No copies "Good-Bye" in covers yet.

AN ADVENTURE ON HEMPSTEAD PLAINS, YEARS AGO One of my old friends for the last fifteen years has made

of these occasions, some ten years since, that he met with a little adventure wherewith he has, in my

My friend aforesaid had gone out to shoot on the Plains (stopping awhile on his way farther east) one

My friend was indeed tired, and thankfully accepted the honest fellow's offer.

My friend, be it known, is the most modest of men—and now what the deuce to do, was the question.

Mother, I am feeling very well these days—my head that was stopt up so & hard of hearing seems to be

hulls on—I go down to market sometimes of a morning & buy two or three quarts, for the folks I take my

little girl, (lost a fine boy about a year ago)—they have two rooms in the same house where I hire my

will have it so—that's the way it has gone on now over five months, & as I say they won't listen to my

insisted on going to market, (it is pleasant in the cool of the morning,) and getting the things, at my

Of the O'Connors, Jeff wrote on June 13, 1863: "I am real glad, my dear Walt, that you are among such

My sister has gone home. My brother is busy in the shop; & the children in school.

She dont exactly see why I can not do my work here.

I shall bring on my bust of her when I come.

My brother's wife died some years ago, leaving 3 children.

He says my copy is quite as good as the original. I dont think so myself, tho' it aproximates.

duk.00277xxx.00084MS q 29Drops of my Bloodabout 1860poetry1 leafhandwritten; A manuscript that contains

a backing sheet, together with And there, 'The Scout', and In a poem make the.; duk.00890 Drops of my

Death and Night, inces- santly incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world: …For my

where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin —I draw near; I bend down, and touch lightly with my

good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my

arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs

WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleased with the sound of my own name?

tell why it affects me so much, when I hear it from women's voices, and from men's voices, or from my

good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my

arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs

Camden NJ—US America Sept: 13 '88 Still kept in my sick room & the summer season is ab't over.

My little 140 page November Boughs & the big 900 page Vol. Complete are nearly done.