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This is not the picture of the time—the teller of that story has not come yet—could not in the nature

Monday, December 2, 1889 Detained in city—could not get to W.'

Monday, December 2, 1889

"It has parts of which I have my doubts.

Tom seemed to think it contained credible stories, interesting, throwing many happy side lights.

heard about Herbert's picture there" pointing to the table where a photograph of it stood "is a little story

It is a capital story. I was almost saying the story was better than the picture."

"Frank Stockton's story here in The Century. It is very interesting.

After him nobody can play that part." Mrs. Bowers had been in yesterday's cast.

Emilia is not a great part. I think anyhow, if Shakespeare had any weakness, it was in his women.

and gave three lectures in one week, 2 hours long each.

I detailed the story to W., who then went over the sketch of Bird's Gladiator, saying at the end: "The

withdraw the piece—evidently feeling,—well, that was what I felt at the time I wrote it, so let it go as part

"That story," he said, "has a long—a very long—tale."

W. much enjoyed my story, exclaiming: "That's John Bull—that's the bull of him—supercilious, disdainful—thinks

"I should not wonder but the New York Herald or some other paper would have the whole book or a part

Start in youth, fill the table drawers with poems, stories, whatever: then, when fame is on, and the

instances have come up which completely stagger my faith"—meaning Chubb, for one, who, for his own part

Impelled by questioning on Chubb's part, W. talked with considerable vehemence, and at length, about

I remember one ardent friend I had—Theodore something or other—a poet, a man of parts.

A good deal of it all, I reckon, comes of the damnability of possessions—of houses, carpets, 2 or 3 thousand

Demeter is another name for Ceres, and Tennyson gave that story over again—a story often done, and well

I have been working very hard in the past year and, in addition to my work in Lachine, have had 2 patents

(in which I am only part inventor) on my mind, with much writing and drawing to do in all my spare moments

We could give only 2 days to romantic Edinboro town and 1 of these I gave to the Forth bridge, most stupendous

and hideously ugly of bridges, having 2 spans each of 1600 ft (same as Brooklyn) and many smaller spans

shall not now start, until after New Years I will ask a friend in New York to send you the am't for 2

Long ago I first came across them—cherished them: they have been part of my household for many years—a

Southerner now dead: "I don't know as much about him as I should—but he is a man—or was—of distinct parts—as

Welcomed me and said: "I am reading a story here of Amelia Barr's—in the November Century."

Not the least part of that is the engraving, which is superb."

I told him the Haydn story (I think Haydn)—the K?nfurst[?]

"I am looking into Waldorf Astor's story," he said—a chapter there from "Sforza"—and he added, "You see

Brook story of "the great I am and the great I ain't"—and he was much amused, laughing a long while,

Thursday, January 2, 1890Detained in Philadelphia in the Bank—with a meeting to attend late in the evening—therefore

Thursday, January 2, 1890

The written record but a drop in the bucket—I may say, a drop in the sea—to the whole story."

Said he had been reading Amelia Barr's Century story today.

They tell a story of Michael Angelo—that he had an enemy—that he was painting some sort of an apostolic

He bought 2 copies L. of G.Leaves of Grass: one for himself, one for a friend in the city—Kent, was his

Saturday, November 2, 18896.45 P.M. W. in his room—light on—reading paper.

Saturday, November 2, 1889

entourage of slaves—a man used to being served—military—a disciplinarian, yet a jolly man—fond of a good story—living

I objected, "But Grant was a man of larger mental parts."

As they say in the story—whiskey makes a man strong: put a glass, or two glasses, of whiskey, in him,

This, you see, is part of the history of Leaves of Grass—I have been driven from post to pillar, yet

Nov. 2, '89.Exclaiming as he finished reading: "Well—that fellow has read the book, anyhow!

know, as no one of my friends know—not one—the bitterness of attack—the virus of these past years—the story

It was Bacon who, as the story goes, sitting in a contested case, cried out"—W.'

Doctor would see it naturally falls into its place, a part of the sequence of affairs—would see it as

Last night I had him here telling me sailor-stories—stories of the big steamers.

right fist and set his eyes to a mock fire, laughter almost preventing him telling the rest of the story

The manner in which he told this was convulsing, but he added more seriously: "Of course that's a story—will

do to go along with other stories.

He was not "disposed to ridicule investigation of the sort," but for his own part he was "staggered by

I had spent a part of last evening with Mrs. O'Connor at the Lewis'.

As they say in the story, man was but a lump of clay—God breathed the breath of life in him at once he

I have seen Janauschek and liked her—saw her in Maria Stuart—she took the part of Mary—but the other

I never saw him—but in my early years, in Brooklyn, when I loafed a good part of my spare time on the

O'Connor had not said anything today about William's stories, but he was "in favor of having them put

It seems to me the part of noble enterprise for a great magazine like The Century to set apart 15 or

M. brought me papers—2 for Whitman. W. said he would send these to Sarrazin and Bucke.

So a good part of my work was to spare him work—to go over the correspondence,—give him the juice, substance

I thought after he had gone back—back into remote parts—I could do him no better kindness than by sending

In the early part of this century they were much for literary explication, examination."

It is the Spartan story over again—the youth who stole the fox, of which, though it gnawed at his vitals

Entered into details of the story: "It was a principle with the Spartans that there was, for instance

There is a story about that manuscript. Do you remember The Galaxy? There were two brothers had it.

Morris tells me the Sarrazin piece is after all an introduction and four parts—one part, however, mainly

"No—that only in part—rather, my liking for the fellows who delve in the soil—work at first hand—a tendency

Alluding to his family—"We all kept slaves then on Long Island—up to the early part of this century—in

W. remarking—"The world at large might suppose I am sensitive—would not like to hear such stories—and

for us—these stories, fables, legends, of the orthodox, were settled long ago—long ago.

Tom gave an amusing rendering of Huxley's discussion of the Gadarean swine story.

As in the story of the peach—the man—Sidney Smith was it?

No doubt it is at least in part true."

Then adding—"I have heard a good story of Beecher himself.

Sunday and Monday, September 1-2, 1889Did not see W. at all.

Sunday and Monday, September 1-2, 1889

I liked the first part of the translation much better than the last—there was a freshness about it.

W. asked, "What is the story you wish to tell—or don't you want to tell it now?"

explained his counsel from Murray (London)—on the question of habiliment—how much less was luxury a part

And that "Japanese missionary business" on the part of the Unitarians, which had always aroused his laughter

As to Lincoln's laugh: "I do not remember that as remarkable, but I remember his cheer, his story-telling—always

the good story well told.

I interpolated a story of the difference in millhands—the native American always speaking to the Boss

"It is a good story," he said—"you must consider it a great possession—as it is: I should say that was

That the body by 4/5 part existed by virtue of its negative qualities?

It seems, the first part is better rendered than the last—the last sounds a little as if done in haste

showed me a letter from Angus, in Glasgow, who sent on a copy of the original edition L. of G. and 2

And that is very profound: to me it has always seemed as if that enclosed the whole story—saying that

I told him a story I had heard of Eakins—of a girl model who had appeared before the class, nude, with

Morris told him a story he had from Hamilton Gibson—of a twig, or limb, from the pine-tree over-arching

W. then told the story of the Englishman whom a doctor had treated by a thermometer—the doctor having

I walked through the storm to the ferry with Morris, when we parted.