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therefore leave my works, And go lull yourself with what you can understand, and with piano- tunes piano-tunes

who should serve the good old cause, the prog- ress progress and freedom of the race, the cause of my

Coan's letter books sent $10 due from Century Club THE CENTURY 109 EAST 15TH STREET November 22 d 1880 My

From the first I found it necessary to systematize my doings, and, among other things, always kept little

note-books for impromptu jottings in pencil to refresh my memory of names and circumstances and what

But before entering on my personal memoranda of the war, I have one or two thoughts to ventilate before

ABRAHAM LINCOLN—MY FIRST SIGHT AND IMPRESSION OF HIM.

It reads: 'I cannot survive the loss of the liberties of my country.'") THE EVE OF A LONG WAR.

Here is another characteristic scene of the dark and bloody year 1863, from notes of my visit to Armory

(I think I see my friends smiling at this confession, but I was never more in earnest in my life.)

A GLIMPSE FROM MY NOTES.

I can say that in my ministerings I comprehended all and slighted none.

It has given me my plainest and most fervent views of the true ensemble and extent of the States.

MY VISITS AND DISTRIBUTIONS.

Looking from any eminence and studying the topography in my rambles, I use them as landmarks.

I have already distributed quite a large amount of money, put in my hands for that purpose by benevolent

I regularly carry a haversack with me, and my coat has two of the biggest kind of pockets. [ To be Continued

which it underwent various changes in content, title, and position until being joined with Now List to My

In "Starting from Paumanok," Whitman promises to "thread a thread through my poems that time and events

Spoke of Gilchrist's life of his mother: "You should read it—read my copy: Karl Knortz has it now, but

It's my secret until the next fellow catches on by himself—then it's his secret, too.

why I like or don't like but I am quite firm in my preferences."

Well—give him my love—tell him I have all sorts of faith in his success.

Some of them say my face there has a rogue in it. O'Connor called it my sea-captain face.

Did I ever tell you what my good Doctor—a very wise man there in Washington—used to tell me?

Still thinks he has la grippe—cold in head, sore throat—but he looks very well.Said to me, "I got my

I expressed my pleasure over the notes he gave me yesterday.

You need not quote much: if you give them as my words, they will be taken as mine without that guarantee

"I advised him—perhaps he might make up a Dutch piece—about my ancestry—in a shape the Critic would take—and

No, no, no—give my love to them all—tell them I remember the old days. Oh!

Tell Nellie—tell Anne—tell all, my love is with them, though I am here!"

He laughed, "Are they my letters, Mary? I was just telling Horace how to get them downstairs."

I also had letter from Bucke.W. reported, "This has been one of my very worst days—a day full of discomfort

It is assessed at $800, and $25 is my tax yearly.

He wants my book to be personal.

I'd as likely go back on my mother.

I hope he will accept my letter: he will some day see my position."

, period of my life, all told—in some ways possessing features not unlike my present experience.

My interest in the books and my consideration for you!

If he could find them wished my father "to go over them and report."

My father is reading Bucke's W.W.

They are a rest to my mind—are always fresh, new—give me the quiet, the peace, I crave."

My friends may say that to me when I say hello to the Colonel, but I say, damn my friends if their friendship

He said: "I carry it about in my heart—carry it—yes: and William, too.

Gilchrist was examining a copy of my entrance. W. asked me: "Well, Horace—what's the news?"

My sympathies are all against him."

Brinton refrains from stating himself positively, I notice—writes somewhat in the Captain Cuttle vein—of

Captain Cuttle, who said"—here W. assumed a voice and position of vehemence—"if the ship comes safely

This replying to my question if such a language would not be developed.

Said to me as I came in, "You arrive just at the right minute: I am just returned from my trip."

It is a very interesting little volume, without which my "W.

I am glad my letter was in time for the Postscript of the volume.Thanks for your article on last Birthday

Had my notes in his breast pocket, marked "Horace," descriptive of room, etc.

"My writing days are done—all done!" Had he read Morse's paper? "Yes! and enjoyed it, too.

He laughed, too, "No, made one in my old age, by long trials!"

And to my "yes" reached back to the table next him and brought forth a bottle.

Give him my love and this bottle!"

Of my real innerness he knows less than I do!"

s face was radiant: I know he fully entered into my idea—indeed endorsed it.

W. said: "My first impulse would have been to get mad at the delay; but as you say, when I see the dishes

We discussed my idea of closing the volume with a paragraph from Sarrazin. W. took hold at once.

Greatly curious about my meeting with Franz Vetta (Louis Neumayer) today—and questioned me explicitly

I don't want it to go forth that my feelings towards him are one whit less than they are.

My dear friend,My idea was, when you wrote me about the Club, that I might deliver some lecture in Philadelphia—maybe

path.If not thought best to do this under the auspices of the Club, why, I could do it independently, on my

I think we would have no trouble in filling the house, on some good subject.Give my best regards to Mr

My own position is the writer's, not the publisher's.

New YorkSep. 16. 1891.My Dear Traubel,Your tender letter of sympathy reached me in due course.

And thanks to the careful nursing of my dear wife, and the pure and healthful air of the mountains, my

My shattered right arm is still however a cause of great anxiety.

against me in the days of my worst struggle.

Why, my boy, I didn't hear you at all!" He looked at my burden. "And what have you there?

I remember one of my last talks with Emerson.

, my Captain!

He saw my blank face.

Gave me a couple of sheets of manuscript containing original draft of My Captain.

Though he had not yet inscribed my picture he said: "It is ready at any time you choose to take it."

That's a sample of the way my memory works nowadays!" Thursday, September 12, 1889

And again: "His 'Prose Writers of Germany' has been one of my longest treasures.

I can never be shaken from my love of it.

Those two pieces on Shakespeare in 'November Boughs' are my best statement of the case, of my case.

My mind will not stick by me for consecutive work." Did his eyes fail him?

"No, my eyes are pretty good, though dimming."

And, "That trip to Canada was one of my best—seemed so completely to possess me—to fill me—I absorbing

My memory serves me some pretty mean tricks, but, somehow, I do not remember this thing at all—its make

At any rate we are helpless in the matter—I have my own doubts—culminations of culminations of thoughts

"This is for the dear girl, with my love!"

My dear Traubel:To begin where I left off yesterday: the excitement you have raised is phenomenal.

—that the whole testimonial is for his sole benefit—etc. etc.Now give my best regards to your own good

I hope to see you both some time next week—when the pot begins to boil—as I may be able to put in my

I can never do that: I am always held back till the fact is right in my fist—till a slip is no longer

Yet on my reminder he said, "I did notice something, yet did not know what. Of course, it's bad."

Carried on my shoulder twenty copies of November Boughs, which I put down on the sofa. "Books, eh?"

queried W., as he shook my hand. At once began to question me about the day.

"I prophesy its success," said W., "though, as you know, prophesy is not my long suit."

"Horace, I understand that—I understand:—it removes all my doubts."

Give my love to your mother.

"My head has been in a queer chaotic condition—as though in a whirl of phlegm."

I was not in my best condition—this trouble was on me—and so we did not say much."

and "My 71st Year." with his own written corrections."

Ed told me at one time he thought he could push it over—so I thought it my duty to get rid of it—remove

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 won't give you a letter, but you can say you are from me—and you may give him my good word and tell

him he is often in my thoughts as I sit here in my den."

Now today Warrie takes one of my boxes here.

But the court steps in and says, you shan't dispose of your goods that way, there's only one way—my way—and

And when I restated, "It could not have been in my copy—must have come in a later edition."

I have it in my memorandum book here—the date: can get it if we need to.

I guess I made it evident I wouldn't turn a damned inch on my heel for any of them."

that's my method: I rarely write on the reverse side of the sheet.

"I see you know without my telling you. Well, do it that way.

In reply to my expressed suspicion that there was someone on the Christian Union interested in ignoring

I have met Fields—his wife particularly was, is, my friend—Anne Fields.

He responded: "And that is a great deal my own feeling—is to be considered—considered carefully.

My disposition towards it now is, to say—if he uses it, well; if not, well again.

suppose I can have proof, so that when the matter comes up that way I can suggest changes—in fact, put my

The eyes would be my main criticism."

"I don't remember, I only remember my impression: there seemed something awry, not just as I felt for

Do not print for the present: that would be my counsel."

The recurrence this night sent something of a pang to my heart, yet gladness too.

But I made him promise not to engage passage without my knowledge.

I know he will do it magnificently—that it will all be fine, strong—but my curiosity is for this: what

And to my affirmative he responded, "I have wished to know: it is always a curious point to me.

My own preference is for the 'Walt Whitman' in full." When he met the "M.

Took the Carlyle book from my hands—looked at picture of Mrs. C.

"I don't know what from, but my head was struck by a strange qualmishness.

My dear sir:Please accept my lasting acknowledgements for the copy of November Boughs so kindly sent

I sought only through Tom Harned a line from your hand to place in my copy of Leaves of Grass.

If you ever come my way I know a place hard by where a bottle of the reddest Burgundy may be found that

My impression not strongly favorable. I advised Ed to take them to Walt and let him question.

John's Wood, N.W., London24 Sept. 1890Dear Walt Whitman,Accept my thanks for your "rejoinder" and the

Buxton FormanThis is the first day of my vacation.I referred to yesterday's paragraph in Post as "skimpy

Spoke of reading my piece, also editorial note on "The Kreutzer Sonata" in which he was mentioned.At

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.

Had kept letter open in order to include my Philadelphia address.

My eye is now under battery treatment (assault and battery treatment, you would think to look at it!)

and just as soon as I can recover my sight a little better, I will plunge into the volume, which now

you have turned my memory back to an old story. Did I ever tell you?

Well, that day, with Dana: the instant I saw him, I made for him, talked my loudest, saying: 'What in

"That is from my Marlton friend, who was also here today."

the noon mail—delivered about 2—and I was sitting here—felt particularly in the mood—had a pencil in my

"I am sure I haven't the least idea—that was not in my mind at all—not till you mention it now."

I don't know whether this would be my elaborate opinion, made up of malice prepense for print, but it

I do not see my idea spoken of at all: yet it seems to me the first necessity of judgment."

I had asked my usual questions.

He followed my mild "yes" with a sort of joy. "Wasn't it a rouser?

I was putting the letter in my pocket.

It gives me a new conception of my own importance in the world.

(Give him my hearty greetings!)

Said: "I have been spending one of my usual unrelieved monotonous days—feeling very well, except for

this strange, palling weight in my head, which wears down, a constant pressure upon me."

Whitman ever heard of me, or that he would care to hear, but he has my sympathy, and best wishes for

Stockton:Dictated::W. exclaimed—"Indeed I do care—all those things are touching—go straight to my heart

He asked my opinion, which, as I told him, had not been the Doctor's.

Then at last I stand to my own stubborn guns, for somewhere in me is the last unbendingness which must

And when I laughed and said I had written something of this sort in my paper, and spoke of Grant as of

"Yes," he remarked, "it is wholly unsatisfactory and not very gracious, either: sets me down for my worst

Is about to go to New York, where he will see Johnston.I told him my sister Agnes would be married on

perhaps there was not something in him after all—but much that has lately been happening has disappointed my

Harrison has been lately playing a constant part—a devilish, picayune part—worthy of him—worthy of my

original idea of him, unworthy of my hope.

Scott at first protested that he would not go up at all, but finally went, on my assurance that he might

"I mean counted my pulse, questioned me—went through all the technicalities: but—!"

When I said: "Should you ever need a Secretary, let me serve," he fervently responded: "Bless you, my

Captain: Could you give me a little further information about my brother Capt. George W.

—Was my brother really well & hearty—was Lieut. Sam'l Pooley, 51st N.Y. there, & how was he?

—Do you know whether my brother got letters & boxes we sent him?

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.

First thing that struck my eye in Press were these notices:Obituary.Thomas J.

Of course he will laugh, but that is my way of describing it."

I told W. frankly my view and he said, "I so understand it, too—so from the Colonel.

Did not say a word about my manuscript nor did I ask him.

But it set my head whirling round like the worlds. I could not stand it—stopped.

Thanks to you both.I had planned to have some leisure at my command to write you a fairly long letter

at Johnston's—sitting up with him till after 1, both loathe to separate.I read the College some of my

of & gratitude for all your kindness by my cold, undemonstrative passiveness—"the cold silent manner

you both love & blessing.All the time I was in Camden I felt it all too deeply—beyond my capacity to

wil gradually take its due place & proportion & perspective in my mind.

"My position had been simple: sitting here day after day in this litter"—looking around—"my one idea

My dear Mr.

As to Walt Whitman, I am glad that my little note pleased the good and grand old man.

I often feel that the succession of events and of work is a thing hardly in my own hands.

It has been about me now for fifty years: I am very close to it: it is one of my bibles."

I consider him one of my true friends. He looked well and fat—his arm nearly recovered.

Suddenly he looked at me and laughed: "I got my poem back from Harper's Weekly," he remarked.

Then besides, a man at my years and condition must not worry about anything." But what of the poem?

Intends to insert the autobiographic page out of my book—also a new advertising page, which he wrote

Left that in my hands.