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envelope on which was written in his more delicate hand of long ago, "Letter from Ralph Waldo Emerson to William

William H.

I wish him to see Talcott Williams. Then will come our supper together.

W.W. at 4:15 and with him first to see Talcott Williams, at Press, who was fortunately in and with whom

Afterward came in Frank Williams, and still later Harned—and these made the party.

Wallace next me, opposite us Morris and Clifford, to the right Frank Williams and Buckwalter, to the

The Emerson letters were brought out (I had them in my pocket) and read aloud—Frank Williams the 1855

Williams recalls "the night Ingersoll sat here with us, spouting Shakespeare."

Frank Williams there—later Jastrow—later still Morris.

Williams told me this. Lincoln Eyre's mother, Mrs.

Williams astonished and pleased.

I promise, knowing W. has copies and would do it, and that Frank Williams could nowhere else get them

Liked Williams immensely. On way to Philadelphia we made notes on boat.

Gave him message from Frank Williams.

He was much interested in all that Williams had told me and had considerable curiosity about Mrs.

Frank Williams' grateful words for the book, which he will send to Mrs.

27, 1891Wallace met me, 4:55, as by appointment at Drexel Building, and here we looked up Frank Williams

Williams and I pointed out to Wallace the main places, buildings, landmarks—and we wandered across the

Williams said, "I am glad you fellows came in to see me.

Wallace had joked with Williams, "I find I have got to Timber Creek before some of your people here."

Then, "I saw by the papers that William's 'Three Tales' are to be out today.

"Frank Williams, for one, and Wallace, and Dr. Longaker. Besides these, several others.

Clifford gone to work for Lippincott's, Harry Walsh gone West, William Walsh reported to have left the

Warrie: "This last ice, I got it up at William's.

s complexion strange—hardly any warmth—white and blue—with parchmenty texture and curl.

His color very odd and bad—a mixture of blue and white, without any trace of pink—the blue especially

Hand very white. He lay left. The early light—no sun—shining into his face from the north.

Hands out on cover and very white.

Frank Williams very sick with some heart trouble.

At which I read him William Clarke's, sent by Johnston. "Who is he?" —when I was done.

He murmured a "good morning," but I decided not to press my presence.Talcott Williams writes with his

Continues the deathly whiteness.

Ingersoll said to W. once, "I don't like death—it is so white—so still!"

Williams, a friend, for McAlister and Mr. Harned, and both were now here.

, more lightly, more quickly—the mouth open, now and then twitching—his color all gone and death's white

like one of the grand classic pictures of gods, with the hands calmly folded and that strange yellow-white

Williams, Maud Ingersoll: San Francisco Cal 27th Place wreath for me marked "Un Pilori" letter follows.David

today owning to sickness but will be on hand at funeral please telegraph me arrangements.Francis H Williams

New York 27 My father in Buffalo will notify him.Maud Ingersoll Morris and Talcott Williams over today

To these men body and brain yielded unexpected fruits.Many callers in the day, Morris and Talcott Williams

visit.Our New York Recorder has the best and largest picture of him.Sincerely yoursJ H Johnston Talcott Williams

also protests and this I am sure is the general voice of those who loved him.Yours trulyTalcott Williams

Fairchild's; Aldrich's; one marked "from Nellie and William O'Connor"; and several other sprays, from

Williams solemn, serious—Chambers merry, fine, full of life.

s friends, Talcott Williams and Morris among them. The flowers, wreaths along.

Williams, F. H.

Williams, Brinton, Ingram and daughter, Bonsall, Donaldson, Joseph Fels and wife, H. H.

"Was it William Walsh? I suppose it likely. Favorable? Oh! I guess it was Walsh.

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

I was thinking, Horace, that it was Harry, not William, who wrote the Illustrated American piece.

Later in afternoon I saw Williams again and he gave me some account of the visit.

Stedman was for going right up but Williams instructed Mrs.

I shook my head—Williams exposing me—I arguing, "I don't see the bitterness of it."

"I consider him a dying man," and Williams himself said he was "shocked" to see him so changed.

But Williams agreed with me rather than with Stedman.

flag of poetry run up on "Atlantica's rim" thirty-seven years ago still floats in triumph over the white-haired

Told him of William Sharp (English), now in town, who had come to me with a card from Stedman on which

Williams. "Bless her good heart!" said W.

I said to him, "I am glad to hear from Williams that you saw Bucke's picture over there and were attracted

was mistaken—Harry had nothing to do with Illustrated American piece, but says there's little doubt William

William there, however, on the ground. Paper just commencing to pay.

Harry further said, "William has written a paper for Lippincott's on Whitman.

Told him of William Walsh's Lippincott's piece—not speaking of it as an obituary notice.

"I think William should have something to say," W. remarked slowly. "You say this is a study?"

Williams and Miss Willis had been sending W. the special foods.

White and others, Arthur and I adjourned to the sitting room of the Club and at a desk there perfected

W. slept—looked pretty fairly, with a good flush on his cheeks—hand out on cover, white and thin.

Adding, "This ought to be done for William."

the check draughts of your hurrying life now & then.I sit here facing the river & look out on the white

O'Connor told us that William Henry Channing had said to her, or to William, that he was rejoiced to

Brinton thinks inter-marriage would deteriorate the white race.

expresses affection for the fellows—with a particular word for Brinton and Morris—and concern for Frank Williams

Talcott Williams present at Penn Club. The main thing—the cordiality mixed with entire freedom.

Much touched when I told him of the death of Frank Williams' mother. "I am trying to remember her.

And a good lick for William in it? William O'Connor?"

I put in, "Why shouldn't the Jew expatriate the Russian or the negro the white?" "Exactly, exactly.

At that particular time it was fully as much Nellie as William to whom credit belonged—though then and

Are you on good enough terms with Talcott Williams to get it from him?

Is inquiring again about William Swinton, "I wish I could hear a little about him, and about John, too

William is a complex fellow—has swayed over to the side of worldliness long and long—is confirmed there

"William suffers from insomnia," I said to W. "That English horror!" exclaimed W.

for sending those old books, but they were the only copies of Consuelo & the Sequel that I had, & William

I could write a small volume of the things that Walt & William used to say of Consuelo.And how is Annie

Asks himself, "Could it have been Talcott Williams?" And answers himself also, "Impossible!

He referred me to William Gray, special granite expert. W. satisfied.

I saw Gray (one of William Gray & Sons) today. He is expert in granite and will go out for us.

[William Sloane Kennedy] But W. in nowise cooled, "The fires still burn for him."

How William O'Connor would have delighted to be present!

William was always a lion himself when any wrong was afoot." Yet W.

How much Wallace would have got from William O'Connor!

To have seen William at his best was a world not to be forgotten, ever."

William Lloyd who sends W. sheet of some paper (no name attached) containing a poem "To Walt" written

And William, too, with his lips of fire! Many's the hot word of all that, back in Washington!"