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"This modern printing excites my unceasing admiration," he said.

I would not swear I had not acknowledged, for sometimes my poor memory plays me tricks in self-condemnation

Also, at my reminder, gave me a copy of the Gutekunst photograph for Hicks, autographing it also.

My stay brief. Expressed his liking for the Dutch piece "as it shows up in the paper."

Take it to your mother—give it to her—it is from me, my love goes with it," etc.

W.: "That is just my question, but you have Chadwick—he can't answer you—that is enough."

In you whoe'er you are my book perusing, In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing, All,

the West joyously sounding, Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable, Infinitesimals out of my

life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give,) These waifs from the

IN a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my

appears to them, (books, politics, poems, depart—all else departs,) I confess I envy only his fascination—my

IN a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my

appears to them, (books, politics, poems, depart—all else departs,) I confess I envy only his fascination—my

In you whoe'er you are my book perusing, In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing, All,

the West joyously sounding, Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable, Infinitesimals out of my

life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give,) These waifs from the

Whitman I think it must have been my guardian angel that gave thee the "impalpable nudge" to write to

I am worse & not better, & now I have to go off for I don't know how long to the Pyrennees, leaving my

My road has seemed so shut up—I am laid aside in the midst of all the work I care for—fit for nothing—and

It is likely that this will shorten my leave, & that I shall have to come back & do my work myself, about

I don't write, I thought I would send a few lines—they would be better than nothing— God bless you, my

sunny to-day here, though middling cool—I am sitting here in the parlor alone—it is about 10—I have had my

off—they go by constantly—often one right after another—I have got used to them & like them— —Did you see my

Nash—& to Parker & Wash Milburn—& in short to all my friends— Your old Walt Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle

Washington and see you but as long as I know that you are well and enjoying your self I will try to content my

greatful grateful to you that you should take so much interist interest in me it makes me think of my

to be very thankful to him for our good health he is such a good Father to us so good by bye for the my

Street Camden New Jersey Jan: 19 '85 Dear Sir In hasty answer to your request asking me to specify over my

This, with my course on another matter, the securing to public use of Washington Park (Old Fort Greene

thirty-five years ago, against heavy odds, during an editorship of the Brooklyn Eagle , are "feathers in my

ONTARIO London, Ont., 9 Oct 188 8 I have the "November Boughs" today with my name and yours on fly leaf

I lay this book by as one of my most precious possessions.

If this book does not go I shall think (as my father used to say) that "the devil is in it" for sure.

enclose a slip of title detailedly, as you may want to get one from New York—(but of course you can have my

Fine & sunny here—am rather heavy-headed—& hefty anyhow to-day—nothing specially to particularize—ate my

notice—wh' I send (or will send soon)—Did you get a letter in wh' I asked you to write out & enclose in my

Dear Father I now take the plesure of fulfilling my promace a writing to you hoping those few lines will

find you well 1 am getting better fast i am at home now i got home after noon my famly is well i left

long to see yo and have a long talk with yo It rains here this morning and to day is lection one of my

England 16 Aug. '91 Yesterday came to my hands your card of 2 d inst.

My visit here has been a great success—I have been well received and treated on all hands, I shall feel

richer for it for the rest of my life.

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

Camden Feb: 11 '88 My dear friends WSK & JB I send you Dr Bucke's letter from Florida just rec'd with

if slowly—this is the most nipping winter I have ever had—at present am sitting here by the fire in my

little front room—have had my late breakfast (I rise late these cold days) of chocolate & buckwheat

Finally he hitched a little closer and leaned forward to look in my face.

But he nodded, and grinned and hitched again, bringing his face close to my ear, then in a voice husky

he finally yelled right in my ear.

./82 Dearest friend, I like with all my heart (& head too) "A memorandum at a venture".

I have never for a moment wavered in my belief in this truth since it burst upon me a veritable sunrise

He has gone just now to my favorite Haslemere, in quest of nightingales—& I hope will make the acquaintance

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!

My Discharge Papers are in the Hands of John P Hunt Attorney and Counsellor at Law 247 Broadway I wish

you would do me the favor of of of Looking up my Claim and Pushing it through for me as I have suffered

this John P Hunt and weather whether he is an authorized claim agent or not and about how Long Before my

sit up several times during the day now, for a few minutes at a time—am gradually gaining the use of my

as I am lying here—I have not written to Han since I had the paralysis—Mother, you might send one of my

letters to her, Han , when you next write—(this one, or any)—Say I sent my love, & will be up before

body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.

COURAGE yet, my brother or my sister!

Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?

MY PICTURE-GALLERY.

body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.

COURAGE yet, my brother or my sister!

Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete?

MY PICTURE-GALLERY.

perhaps in a day or two I may be able to render them in a better shape, when I write again to tell you of my

Here health I bring you in one draught of song Caught in my rhymster's cup from earth's delight Where

I had these letters in my pocket when I saw him today. Letter three he had me read aloud.

"I rely a good deal upon my general feeling about a piece when it comes back to me in type."

Sometimes I think he is a little afraid of my friends.

That is my habit—they call it my procrastination—it has always been my habit.

And while my friends always declare that I have lost much by it—my best opportunities, even—I feel for

If you had followed my original notion—which has not been my notion since—and had got it out at once,

"That is my price to Dave, and this man shall have the like favor."

I have met him—years ago, in Brooklyn—perhaps several times—and my impression of him then was what it

"I am almost strong tonight—this has been my best day in five weeks." Mitchell over today.

to be the habit of some of the papers—some do it still when they want to fling themselves—to refer my

illness back to my dissipations.

in its literature, stands by the French—insists upon French supremacy: and William, you know, of all my

It took me some time to get down, or up, to my proper measure—to take my own measure—that is, a long

to send you two prose books of Carpenter's which I have lately read & like immensely.Please to give my

If Walt is well enough to heed, give him my dearest & tenderest love—always the same.

Give him my warmest love & tell him I am again in my little skiff coasting up & down his shores.

"Yes, my best respects!

Held my hand warmly on departure. "Bless you, boy! This is a hard monotony to bear!"

to the papers as a literary item—that part of it, at least—those eight or ten lines—in which I make my

As I have said to you before, the point is, to substitute this for all other editions—to make of it my

I ache for news—for the best things from all the fellows: it is my balm, after lying here, unvarying

I could have wept and laughed, with the conflict of my feelings.

Long have I kept my road—made my road: long, long!

What do I not remember of my own dear, dear mother!" Then he asked, "And Wallace is gone?

I had said in my letter to Ingersoll that Wallace had come from us both.

"But it is rather out of my line." "What, to speak?" "Yes." "Oh! jump overboard.

It stirs the cockle of my blood to read the nice things you say of me."

Have you some of my poetry in your memory?" exclaimed the aged poet.

W. said, "I have had several visitors here today—one of them causing one of the funniest things in my

At any rate I did not see him—sent my excuses down by Mary.

He came straight over here to where I sat—my hands extended—shook hands with me, looked about the room

Good-bye My Fancy cover-page Anne Montgomerie Traubel.Horace L.

Traubel,First, my congratulations on your marriage.

And I renew my original proposal—that just as soon as you can fix the date, you come & spend the Sunday

with me, not to be my guest only, while here, but I am to pay all of the cost of the journey.

You come on my business, & at my request, & indeed we won't get on without the conference.

I hope that you can arrange to come while my sister Mrs.

I sent it.Now I must say good by.And don't fail to note my meaning.

"Yes," he said, "this is my first visit, properly speaking, to Canada, although I was at Niagara Falls

comradeship—friendship is the good old word—the love of my fellow-men.

As to the form of my poetry, I have rejected the rhymed and blank verse.

everything of the kind from my books."

I said, 'Perhaps not, my dear, in the way you mean, and yet maybe it is the same thing.'"

duk.00277xxx.00084MS q 29Drops of my Bloodabout 1860poetry1 leafhandwritten; A manuscript that contains

a backing sheet, together with And there, 'The Scout', and In a poem make the.; duk.00890 Drops of my

Death and Night, inces- santly 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

good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my

arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs

WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleased with the sound of my own name?

tell why it affects me so much, when I hear it from women's voices, and from men's voices, or from my

good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my

arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs

Camden NJ—US America Sept: 13 '88 Still kept in my sick room & the summer season is ab't over.

My little 140 page November Boughs & the big 900 page Vol. Complete are nearly done.

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

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