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328 Mickle Street Camden N J April 19 '87 Am here in my little old shanty again, & every thing ab't as

usual —Stood it very well in N Y —it was a good break f'm my monotonous days here, but if I had stayed

Thanks—I am getting along, but lack any thing like strength or alertness—No probability of my visiting

Boston—pleasant weather as I write seated here & my little canary bird singing away like mad.

Dear old man, I the elder old man have received your Article in the Critic, & send you in return my thanks

blowing softlier & warmlier on your good gray head than here, where it is rocking the elms & ilexes of my

lines of greeting in Munyon's Illustrated World, combining as they do the cradle and evening song of my

My brother writers have been very generous to me, and I heartily thank them for it.

thanks—Tho' I don't get worse again I don't improve in strength, vim, &c at all & hardly anticipate—My

Nov: Boughs will be finished—& I shall have a big Vol. of all my stuff one Vol. — Walt Whitman Walt

—& stating that I had been prostrated by the heat, somewhat badly, but was on the mend—I still hold my

own & consider myself recuperating—I hope you will meet my young American lady friend Mary Whitall Smith

My price is $60—same reservation as before & same obligation on my part — The following are responsible

easy night—Superb weather sunny & warm—Am going out presently in wheel chair —ate four raw oysters for my

breakfast—Expect to give the Lincoln Death piece to-morrow evn'g Phila: (Shall probably skip my daily

or 15th) just rec'd—I am certainly no worse in re the late physical ailments—easier more likely —ate my

dinner with relish—(cold beef, potatoes & onions)—Eakins has been today painting my portrait—it is altogether

Camden New Jersey Feb: 9 '82 My dear Madam — Yours of 9th rec'd received —I should be pleased to send

you the book—the price is $2—My Photo & auto[graph] are sold by the Camden Children's Home , Haddon

Camden New Jersey U S America Oct: October 13 '82 1882 Evn'g Evening I send you by same mail with this my

received your elegant little volume—Dr Bucke has also his —I am well as usual— Walt Whitman do I address my

Give my respects to Miss Wixon —I am sometimes very ill for days & cannot read, write, or talk or be

talked to—& on such occasions answer no letters. . . . am sitting here in my den in great old ratan chair

favorable—I am sitting up an hour or so—Pretty critical a week or so ago—but Dr Bucke I consider saved my

life—I want to finish my little brochure "November Boughs" —it is ab't 1/3d done—Love to you, dear friend

Camden P M Aug: 4 '89 Nothing very new—have not left my Mickle St: quarters this summer (hardly can )

—am feeling fairly to-day—my friend Traubel has written (at their request) & sent on to "Liberty" (Boston

Dear Charley, All continues to go well with my health &c.

My leg is not much different, & I still have an occasional spell with the head—but I am much better .

W. answering my inquiry said: "No, I didn't go down stairs today.

it won't hurt me: my caution, you remember, is six and over!

I quoted this: "I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother." "Yes," said W.

I reminded W. of one of my sisters similarly afflicted.

Here—take this bunch with my blessing and be happy.

But yet I must exchange my token for yours—brazen for golden gifts, as the Greek poet said.

The misfortune of my poem is that it presupposes much knowledge of antiquity—as for instance that this

"Any consecutive reading hurts my head—I cannot apply myself."

W. took my jog kindly.

Wrote in a firm hand in my presence, the card resting on his knees.

"He was always William's and my friend—and he will appreciate—will measure up—this piece."

Give him my love and the love of us all. Mrs.

Then give him my love—my love for all: for wife, daughters—and though I am hard beset, assure him not

the least of my benefits is his, their, love."

Repeated to him my interview with McKay.

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."

I send you my love for your loving words—same to the great poet.

Morris would note my collation of [O'Connor's] reports in a Literary World letter.

And again, at my explanation of a letter I wrote Mrs.

The idea reflects my own exactly, in spirit and letter."

He mentioned the eccentric Count Joannes, in my boyhood already daft.

Wished my own article in about ten days, if possible.

the darkey says—all the day up to this afternoon, when Mary made and brought me a cup of hot tea—at my

"If it is not, it is my fault—there is plenty of wood here and I have all the time there is.

He had received my Engineering Record.

I wrote on the blank side and mailed the letter out to my niece, Jessie—at St. Louis."

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

Robert K.Martin"What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?"

(1860)"What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?"

"What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?" (1860)

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

Bear forth to them, folded, my love —(Dear mariners!

for you I fold it here, in every leaf;) Speed on, my Book!

spread your white sails, my little bark, athwart the imperious waves!

What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)

(I bequeath them to you, my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)

To rise thither with my inebriate Soul! To be lost, if it must be so!

Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my

spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the

What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)

(I bequeath them to you my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)

To rise thither with my inebriate soul! To be lost if it must be so!

I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo!

there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word of my

my city!

I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo!

there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word of my

my city!

What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)

(I bequeath them to you my children, I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)

To rise thither with my inebriate soul! To be lost if it must be so!

Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my

spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the

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.