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rec'd received —I have some copies of John Burroughs's Notes on WW as Poet & Person , 2d edition, under my

Of my own works, complete edition, the enclosed circular will give you the particulars.

I hope you will continue writing me such notes as these, "My food nourishes me better."

My love to W.W. J.B. John Burroughs to Walt Whitman, 16 October 1888

—Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation;

I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man, O sharer of my roving life.

Then separate, as disembodied or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation, I

ascend, I float in the regions of your love O man, O sharer of my roving life.

Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation;

I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man, O sharer of my roving life.

Then separate, as disembodied or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation, I

ascend, I float in the regions of your love O man, O sharer of my roving life.

54 Manchester Road Bolton, England May 16 th 1891 My Dear Old Friend, My warmest thanks to you for your

All good be with you, my dearest & best of friends & His Peace be yours!

. | May | 28 | 6 AM | 1891 | Rec'd; New York | May 27 | 91; Paid | A | All; Bolton | | MY 16 | 91.

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

54 Manchester Road Bolton Lancashire England Mar 11th 1891 My Dear Walt Whitman, Your kind p.c. of Feb

26 th to hand & my best thanks to you for it!

When next you see H.L.T. please convey to him my cordial regards; & with a heartful of love & good wishes

In his March 9, 1892, letter to Traubel, Greenhalgh wrote that "Walt has taught me 'the glory of my daily

In all the departments of my life Walt entered with his loving personality & I am never alone" (Horace

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

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

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

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

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

In my classification which I advised in my letter of the 10th ultimo, it was my intention that all persons

hardly think Joe would have invited it—perhaps Jennie's own—but hardly: I thought, Kennedy"—but to my

Hoped to get out within a few days and to see my father's picture, now in Newmayer's window, framed.

"I have lately come across a son of Newmayer—a young son—met him several times—once on a jaunt in my

As my great aims in life are PRO BONO PUBLICO, you may find it in your heart to say a POTENT thing or

two in my behalf.

TAYLOR 1193 Broadway New York has doubtlessly received 12 of my books within the last few days to "PLACE

It took me several days to absorb it and make my extracts &c.

(I fear my digestion must be poor to-night judging from the tone of the foregoing!)

I keep toiling away kicking my MS into shape, adding touches &c &c W S Kennedy William Sloane Kennedy

My first visit to William's grave since last July when I went away.

if I had some one to give me a lift in my work, it would be a boon, but I guess my lesson in life is

Gardner of Paisley, accepting my MS. "Walt Whitman the Poet of Humanity."

suppose his idea is that people will buy L. of G. more if they are not given the passages in question in my

He bites hard—says "it wd be a vast pity if the book were to fall through," owing to my obstinacy I suppose

On the 5th page is my touch at Comstock. I hope it will do you good.

I will do my best to keep up the controversy. Tucker has fairly cowed Stevens & Co in Boston.

My private advices are very amusing. Pity Osgood was such a craven, though better for you.

I delivered my poem here before the College yesterday. All went off very well.

I will send you the little book with my poem, (& others) when I get back to Brooklyn.

Pete did my poem appear in the Washington papers—I suppose Thurs-day or Friday— Chronicle or Patriot

Well Pete, my dear loving boy, I have just come in from a 15 minutes walk outside, with my little dog—it

Philadelphia you think I would like to see, give 'em my address—I am glad to see most any one for a change

England Nov r 14 91, My Dear Old Friend Your kind p.c. of the inst just reached me two days ago.

Please accept of my most cordial thanks for your great kindness in sending it—Kindness wh every succeeding

And that I am truly grateful & that I thoroughly appreciate my great privilege I wish to assure you of

While doing garrison duty with my regiment the 2nd New York Arty on the works South of the Potomac I

I left the regiment in the trenches in front of Petersburgh, my term of Service having expired, after

I stowed it away in my knapsack but loosing that I lost your gift.

Nov. 12, 1866 My dear Sir: I send to you by the same mail which takes this note, a copy of my last poem

The age is over-squeamish, and, for my part, I prefer the honest nude to the suggestive half-draped.

So my dear old friend I have protected your interests to the best of my judgement and if you want me

I also would like you to answer my letters.

I had been feeling depressed and sorrowful—perhaps my own bad state had something to do with it; but

anyhow, the brave hand-writing was like Chevy Chace to Sidney, "stirring my heart as with the sound of

He is certainly the winter of my discontent mentioned by Lord Bacon in his play of Richard III.

years Whitman increasingly considered him an antagonist; late in his life, Whitman commented: "Some of my

out & looks & feels like snow—have had a couple of visitors to–day, one f'm the college near Boston—My

brother George return'd f'm St Louis & was here a couple of hours—my neice Jessie remains at present

children poor enough)—Love to you all—Ed stop here often as you can—you too Susan—George keep a good heart—my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

am pretty much as usual again after quite a long siege—I am here in a little old house I have bought—my

a couple of elderly folks, acquaintances of mine, Mr and Mrs Lay, they live in the house, & I take my

all ever so much better than the Stevens Street business—Am not doing any thing lately, & the sale of my

Have had a markedly bad week days & nights but am weathering-it-on (as my phrase is)—smally but palpably

f'm them—expect printed slips of NA Rev: & Lip: pieces & sh'l send you copies if I get them—Enclosed my

I am sitting here same (a little shawl extra around my back neck & right shoulder ag't draft) comfortable

On December 17, Whitman sent four poems: "Old Chants," "Grand is the Seen," "Death dogs my steps," and

Rome 17 Dec. 1891 The "linked sweetness" of my negociation negotiation , here in the eternal city has

This morning, dear Walt Whitman, Have a letter from my boy Maurice, expressing great delight at the big

He tells how, to my great regret, that that poor young man Balestier whom I was to have seen for you

These highly prized volumes of yours, and mine, became the latter by subscription, through my dear dead

"Democratic Vistas" since the books came, and am impelled to say to you that I rejoice greatly that my

Entering upon the New Year, let me then, my dear Walt Whitman, send you warm greeting from the Tropic

I am paying a visit—it is a vacation—to Benjamin Jowett, the Head of my college, a venerable and dreadful

It makes one realize how much your generation—my father's generation—has done for progress, I only hope

My father is extremely well, and enjoying life. Mrs.

My opine is that our dear O'Connor is better—jaunting at present for the time an easier road on plateau

than the C itself) —Ed Stafford has just call'd with some apples & a chicken— Saturday Sunset Have had my

dinner, stew'd chicken & rice pudding—have not left my room yet, but shall get down a few minutes to-morrow

Superintendent's Office Asylum for the Insane Ontario London, Ont., 16 March 18 90 Here I am over at my

office in the main asylum sitting at my desk with a fine wood and coal fire at my left hand—every thing

My dear Mr.

spirits—not well enough to go out in the world & go to work—but not sick enough to give up either, or lose my

till I read it, how much eligibility to passion, character and art arousings was still left to me in my