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SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance

it seems to me if I could know those men better, I should become attached to them, as I do to men in my

own lands, It seems to me they are as wise, beautiful, benevolent, as any in my own lands; O I know

than old Voltaire's, yet greater, Proof of this present time, and thee, thy broad expanse, America, To my

and tide, Some three days since on their own soil live-sprouting, Now here their sweetness through my

aplomb in the midst of irrational things, Imbued as they, passive, receptive, silent as they, Finding my

woods or of any farm-life of these States or of the coast, or the lakes or Kanada Canada , Me wherever my

SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance

M Oct: 7 '87 Dear friend Yours with the $12 has reach'd me safely—making $800 altogether sent me by my

late—was out driving yesterday, & shall probably go out for an hour this afternoon—Thanks to you & my

89 Y'r card just rec'd —papers come regularly—thanks—Nothing very different with me—Still imprison'd—my

dilapidation not mending (slowly gradually worse if any thing, but not much change)—am preparing my

dinner, baked shad & champagne galore —jolly company —enjoy'd all with moderation —No, the Mr Smith, my

Costelloe, my staunchest living woman friend—the Librarian Logan Smith, (now dead) was his brother—Did

I thank you, dear sir, in their name, and in my own, as the organ of your charity.

My friend, I must meet you soon again.

Freiligrath: I have sent you to-day by ocean mail, a copy of my latest printed Leaves of Grass —not knowing

My address is, Walt Whitman, Washington, D. C. U. S.

March 8 .90 My dear dear .

I am today sending back proof sheets of my new book " To the Czar ." I hope to tear his bowels out.

Sep. 16th 189 1 My Dear Walt Whitman For the sake of the good your works & life have done me I should

the sea—but—I found a family affair, which caused me some astonishment & some pain which took up all my

June 18 188 8 My dear Mr.

Whitman:— I read with sorrow of your severe illness and beg to offer my sympathy.

Floyd, Dear Sir, As far as I can tell by my impression—which is a very vague one, for I have never seen

I am still unwell from my cerebral trouble—but still looking for better times, & counting on them.

My Dear Madam and Friend: I was expecting to visit New York early this month, and intended to call and

acknowledge the receipt of the poem and to say that when I come on, I shall personally call and pay my

Walt Whitman Esq My dear Sir: I ask you to excuse me for neglecting so long to answer your note.

It came to my house instead of the office and was consequently overlooked. It was Mrs.

Asylum for the Insane, London, 9th May 188 3 My dear Walt I returned home last evening and found plate

I am up to my eyes in work R M Bucke Richard Maurice Bucke to Walt Whitman, 9 May 1883

My sister, Mrs Charles P.

I inclose you to-day $30, the result of an application to my friends, the Misses Wigglesworth.

copy of J A Symonds' good letter —thanks for all & to W. for delineation of Fred Wild —& to him & all, my

copies of Ingersoll's little book, one to you, one to J W W —Fine sunny weather—Am sitting here in my

My Dear Comrade: . . .

me whenever you feel like it—tell me all about things & people down there in Kentucky—God bless you, my

am still here & nothing very new or different—I suppose you rec'd the Press with a brief report of my

Lincoln lecture in Phila: April 15—I go out every day with my mare & rig—sometimes to Phila.

Accept my sincere best thanks.

I notice you are about to issue a new Book—so some of my Literary Papers here say.

Jan 21 1881 Walt Whitman My dear Sir Permit me to thank you on behalf of the readers of the Review for

be able to afford to the readers of the Review frequent opportunity of being instructed by you I am my

I laughed and he, laughing too, remarked: "You must not laugh at my shoes—I am tremenjuously proud of

"Yes—and it will be as hard to get suited in this as for me in my shirts.

When I go to order my shirts, the man will say to me, with a mixture of compassionateness, superiority

What right have you to protest against my having what I want and will pay for?'

It has always been one of my finer joys, to watch the varied, varying, ever-changing, inter-locking,

W. in his room, reading Scott—laying the volume face down, on my entrance.

I think Edward Emerson is constitutionally my enemy.

And to my yes, "What?"

And to my explanation what, "Let me predict, then, that it will be of no avail.

But then," he added—"for my sake too—for all our sakes!" Friday, November 8, 1889

I have eaten freely and seem to digest my food: have felt altogether better, except, perhaps, at the

top, which will finally feel the effects of my bodily rehabilitation I am sure.

So you see, my flag is no more at half mast: I feel the touch of life again!"

I do not make light of such messages—indeed, they have a profound place in my consideration.

"My Herald is stopped and I do not regret it: my subscription is run out.

Darkness thickens—my heart trembles on its throne—the end not unprobably near.To my mother's house a

few minutes (this my birthday—a solemn birthday—my mother giving me with tender hand an old cherished

with a louder voice than love in this modern world—and with so many sick and sad I cannot think of my

These are my warm Christmas wishes for Walt and you and me and all people.Very cordially yrsElisabeth

Tenn. was the bright particular star of my youth and early manhood—is a man who makes this dull earth

"No—only by my good sense." I reminded him that in several cases he had made minor changes.

Gave me a cake for my mother. Had done it up in envelope and laid out on the bed for me.

I shall have something to say about that in 'Good-Bye My Fancy.'" I asked, "Is the book ready?"

"That was my own opinion: I have seen it."

My old opinion of it lasts—lasts." Johnston a "good man" to W.

"My writing days are done—all done!" Had he read Morse's paper? "Yes! and enjoyed it, too.

He laughed, too, "No, made one in my old age, by long trials!"

And to my "yes" reached back to the table next him and brought forth a bottle.

Give him my love and this bottle!"

Of my real innerness he knows less than I do!"

I hear that some of my former portraits have not been high colored and flattering enough to suit the

My subject is a tall sedate man, whose grey hair and invariable spectacles make him seem older at first

The impression which his speeches always leave on my mind is—"This was not a first class speech, but

I almost fear that my present subject is one of the former description—yet as my series of sketches would

And there is no more hard-working man in the city than my subject, who labors unceasingly for the good

I thank my daughter, Myrth Killingsworth, an ecocritic in her own right, for being my writing companion

On hikes in the Smoky Mountains, one of my regular companions was my friend and major professor F.

Professor Miller directed my dissertation, which ultimately led to my first book, Whitman's Poetry of

just as I was saying good-bye to DeWolfe Miller and my friends in Tennessee and heading west where my

bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

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.

Very cordial and spoke of my birthday, this day. "Thirty-one!

I had a copy of The Standard in my pocket.

At this calling my attention to a copy of Poet Lore, "Do you see it?"

"My first impulse was, to have you read it, then pass it on to Dr.

One of my first questions is always that—not always spoken—not methodically thought, even—but in a way

Called my attention to the book in his hand.

"This is one of my countless memorandum books—I have had hundreds of them—this is a Washington one—now

Bucke made some suggestions as to head-line for my Whitman essay thus: I hope great things from your

I explained that they would not fall in line with the personal flavor of my paper.

But I ought to add of this, as I would of my own writing—you are the man who is writing it, or I am,

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your

O I have been dilatory and dumb; I should have made my way straight to you long ago; I should have blabb'd

paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-color'd light; From my

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your

O I have been dilatory and dumb; I should have made my way straight to you long ago; I should have blabb'd

paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-color'd light; From my

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; I whisper with my lips close to your

O I have been dilatory and dumb; I should have made my way straight to you long ago; I should have blabb'd

paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-color'd light; From my