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"It must be milder: my body tells me so." Letter from Bucke, he said. Searched for it.

He laughed heartily: "That's what I was just saying: it's my funeral that's in the way!"

He went on I could see rather because of his own impulse than of my suggestion.

He was interested in my account of my father's extensive reading of the German classics and of his great

I said I considered my playdays quite as valuable for life-making as my workdays: did he?

He listened attentively to my descriptions of going about and said: "Good! Good!"

McKay smoking his cigar—I with my book under my arm. Beguiled the time with talk.

It was always my impression that he did—that he was the first.

My dear Walt: I duly got your letter of May 5th and was glad to hear from you.

"My darling darling mother!"

I remember my call this day a year ago. He gave me a copy of Passage to India. A year hence!

Give my love to W.W.

Some of my friends want your books and are forwarding the money through me.

I have been showing the photographs you gave me to my sister Dora—whose likeness you have.

preparations for my winter course of lectures.

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.

Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my

songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.

Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my

songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.

My Picture-Gallery. MY PICTURE-GALLERY.

My Picture-Gallery. MY PICTURE-GALLERY.

Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my

songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.

If the Spirit moves me, I will give you my opinion of the book when I have read it carefully that is

if you should care to know my opinion.

Camden Feb 20 My dear T W I send you the bit for Sunday's paper (had it put in type for my private satisfaction

Boston March 13th 1887 My dear Sir: I hope you will do us the favor to accept the enclosed invitation

Looking for a favorable reply and a promise to be my guest, I remain Very truly yours Annie Fields Annie

My dear sir, You can get any or all my Books at J. S. Redfield, 140 Fulton street, upstairs, N. Y.

Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself, Bathing myself, bathing my

songs in Sex, Offspring of my loins.

To my: "I do," he answered: "The situation as I see it now is a good deal worse than I had supposed."

body thus and so: the question is my mind's question, not my body's: the mind, not the body, must answer

Knowing my name would be called I slipped out the back door. Salter asked for W.'

B. said: "I have no call to speak for Walt about this but my impression is that while he believes the

so—in my friends than in my enemies."

W. reading Stedman's Poets of America, which he put down on my entrance.

Then he said: "If you write to Stedman to-morrowtomorrow, give him my love: tell him I still keep my

but cheerful, inclined to accept all things as they come: reading some: writing some: spending all my

My Dear Friend. W. H.

Piper, using my name.

I said then: "I have another of my contributors who has given me 80 dollars so far" &c.

I have been much criticised for my use of the term—'divine average.'"

What now can make me happy as in those days when I was content with my dinner-pail—the bread, pork, sip

I get my dinner about 4 or 5—and my appetite keeps up amazingly—I don't flunk one meal out of 20: I have

copy of the big Gutekunst portrait for Agnes, who means to have it reproduced large, in charcoal, by my

I did not get out of my chair." Said he had had letters "but nothing significant"—even Dr.

"Much to my surprise, I became interested in it—greatly interested.

I gave the sheet to him out of my pocket.

He could not have done worse if he had set out to do everything the opposite of my instructions.

There was one critic who quoted from Wordsworth to prove that my picture was not only not new, but was

s on my way home—5:45—but found he had just closed his blinds and meant to lie down.

"It is one of my resources." Harned had been in last night.

letters from the fellows there—from Johnston, Wallace—are mainly made up of thankfulness to me, to my

I felt to say to them, Diogenean-like, "All I ask is, that you keep out of my light."

It is my own feeling exactly.

Saturday, January 30, 1892In my forenoon visit to W.

Had just got a letter from Ingersoll at the Post Office on way down, but I did not leave it, as was my

(My telegram was: "Whitman see you briefly at 12 o'clock tomorrow morning.")At first W. said he would

"In spite of my request for an antique or black letter, Dave has carefully avoided them.

Traubel.Daniel Longaker Was over yesterday specifically at my request. Saturday, January 30, 1892

Found him in very good condition, with the best of cheer to dispense—so much this, that my toil and its

I had the idea to make my new piece—"Walt Whitman and Some of His Comrades."

"My time is completely over. I am too much of age." Had he seen this in the Post?

Called my attention to a letter from Kennedy. "Sloane complains I do not write. I suppose I do not.

But he deserves my best good will."

"Up to my usual standard, which isn't high at all."

"My impression is, yes, but I don't really —.

"They are my angels, to deliver me out of these walls!"

It always excites my respect—always stirs me!"

In my father's case I'm afraid they'll find a little difficulty in identifying the body."

W. laughed at my warmth: "Do you know much about Buchanan?"

I was on my way to the Contemporary Club meeting, Brinton to speak on Bruno.

If you see Brinton, give him my love—tell him he has my prayers—though I suppose he cares nothing for

My brain gets exhausted by working under pressure so much so good bye.

The foxy Scotchman doesn't return my W. W. ms. yet. I can't make him out.

I promised to use same list as Lippincott's to send out my papers so all would go to the same individuals

s style, mainly punctuation, telling me he had much enjoyed my piece—"its enthusiasm: it exhilarated

And further, "I have no desire to dictate to them: having my ideas, I stated them—if the other fellows

W. signed a copy of the Kennedy Dutch piece with my name.

I picked up the magazine at one of the newsstands, which is the way I do most of my reading.

This week I go to Delaware Co. with my family for a change & rest, to be gone several weeks.

Give him my love. I return the ms. as you request.Very sincerely,John Burroughs W. read.

I had plenty of the little books once, but they are all gone now: I doubt if I could put my hand on one

My dear boy, I think I see you burning your books and mss. to retire into the wilderness to share Sitting

If I were you I would do my work in the bank and the W.

Then as to my corn , planted on very much "spotted" ground, upon taking a "first-day loaf" with a neighbor

I think I had better stop my off the you some facts of my spiritual or "religious" experience.

well, I was beginning to walk two miles to school before the first person (the schoolmaster ) put into my

What a fall was there my countrymen!

My personal experience in childhood, then, enables me to "see through" the claim that religious ideas

would take 10 cts I send in this letter & get me ten copies of the Eagle with it in—put in 5 more of my

Give my respects to Mr. & Mrs. Brown. Tell Jeff I am going to write to Mr.

If my letters home don't show it, you don't get 'em.

Matty, I send you my best love, dear sister—how I wish I could be with you one or two good days.

Give him my love—& tell Mannahatta her Uncle Walt is living now among the sick soldiers.

Lane promised to "make an effort among my friends here to keep you supplied with funds all summer."

My dear Comrade, Will you permit me to add by anticipation my warm congratulations to those of your many

Now, my dear friend, you will doubtless hear many more agreeable things than the foregoing said about

years since I had the pleasure of meeting you at your home in Camden, and I can scarcely express now my

My good friend and fellow-laborer on the Journal, James Chisholm —An American citizen born and reared

Whatever remains for us in "The great labor-house vast of being" let it be a comfort to you, my dear

Germantown 6 mo 24.57 My Dear Friend Being a professed Associationist I am allowed the liberty of following

my attractions, when they are, what all the world will say, harmless, even in despite of common etiquette

case however I must say that I think your judgment of yourself is rather severe, I have not changed my

for any other solution, I only ask to use in refference reference to each, the terms that will convey my

You have made my heart rejoice by telling me of the breadth of the Revd Mr Porter, is it?

Always in this month I used to write to him, just that I might be ahead in my congratulations upon his

My son sent me your picture last week from New York, the one sitting on the rocks, by Sarony.

My husband has just bought me the "Prayer of Columbus," by Walt Whitman.

On the 14th day of this month I shall pass the day with my family and a few friends, to read and talk

I always remember just a small event that has occurred in my life.

Said to me concerning it: "It marks a new epoch in my life: another stage on the down-hill road."

W. said: "A Symonds letter is a red day for my calendar. This is one of them—an old letter."

My dear Sir.

My dear Mr.

My letter from him seems wholly sincere.

Bucke today referred to my letters in writing to W. This was a mistake.

But my first impression was a bad one and I have not moved from it.

"My half is in seeing you tickled," he replied.

My friends were fewer than my enemies but they blew a trumpet loud enough for everybody to hear."

That fits my intentions to a t—describes my ideal absolutely.

"So they wonder about my use of the apostrophe, do they?

I have so accustomed myself to it in my verse that I extend it to my prose for uniformity's sake.

My 'peculiarities,' as your printers call them, hardly go further than this.

My opinions are all, always, so hazy—so slow to come.

I have been treated fully up to my deserts and over."

The récherché or ethereal sense, as used in my book, arises probably from it, Calamus presenting the

attachment," concluding "I proceed for all who are or have been young men, / To tell the secret of my

The next poem, "Scented Herbage of My Breast," initially introduces an extraordinarily copious imagery

expose me more than all my other poems."

O pulse of my life! / Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs."

Camden April 16 '89 Nothing very different or new in my affairs—the past ten days bad rather—sort of

last rec'd—have no opinion or comment or suggestion to make —did you receive (& send on to O'C[onnor]) my

Private My dear Sir: I send herewith a proof of my poem for convenience for use in your paper, should

Camden N J Sept: September 12 My dear friend I just write to tell you that I have heard of your dear

father's death, & that you have my true sympathy—Love to Arthur and Emily & all—It is no time now to

My dear Mr Whitman Please write Your Autograph & Enclose in the Accompanying Envelope I appreciate the

Many favors Asked of You feel desire Your Autograph So Much to Add to My Already Good Collection that

February 15, 1889 Am sitting by the oak fire all day—no visitors or letters—but sort o' get along with my

papers & books—Kennedy, Boston, sends kindest inquiries ab't you with sympathy & greeting—My friend

Camden Nov: 20 '88 Still ab't holding my own & comfortable—nothing very new or notable—The Transcript

I send with Hamlin Garland's notice of Nov: Boughs —Still keep my sick room—Clear sunny cool to-day.

I took my seat again (had been around looking over his shoulder) when he started again.

My personal meetings with Kennedy were mostly here: he came over often to see me: little trips, talks

"I shall write out my ideas: make a memorandum of them: but say at the same time, throw these overboard

I repeated my idea of a cover.

W. said: "Yes, I am in favor of calf: anything rather than vellum: the order of my instructions would

—seeing the rolls in my hand.

On my return I took the chair at the foot of the sofa. There was no light in the room.

"She calls attention to the money I am making on my poems—says it is rare.

Tom, do you want to borrow some of my poetry money?

I had twelve hundred and fifty of my own—George W.

Now that my mind has got back to good weather again I feel more or less satisfied.

I have seen in the later years of my life exemplifications of devilishness, venom, in the human critter

which I could not have believed possible in my more exuberant youth—a great lump of bad with the good

I quoted an old woman, my friend, a Presbyterian, who said: "My head says hell but my heart won't say

and in their list a month or two after my arrival in London as a student of life and letters this year

My people knew not of my coming—none but my brother's wife, to whom I confided my purpose, lest they

My sister fell!

"One day my sister was missing.

He accepted my challenge.

I was blinded by my hate for my sister's betrayer.

—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.

I am still the same—am all alone in the house to-day, as my brother has gone to New York & my sister

Walt Whitman: My dear Sir, I take the liberty of sending you in the same mail with this, a little pamphlet

Should it prove so, my object will then be attained.

Camden N J March 19 '82 Dear Sirs I have been expecting response to my letter sent you some twelve days

I re-affirm my suggestions and disposition of March 8 — Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to James R.