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handsome " Buster og Masker " has safely reach'd reached me—best thanks—I will soon send you a copy of my

prose " Specimen Days —Dr Bucke's book is not printed yet—My volumes are now published in Philadelphia

light—bathe frequently—some one has sent me Volney's Ruins , a fine added-to ed'n —carries me back 60 y'rs—(my

father had a treasur'd copy)—go out almost daily in wheel chair —have just had my supper—God bless you

noon Feb: 24 '89 Sitting here by the oak fire dawdling over the Sunday's Tribune and the Phil: Press —my

last three days & nights—nothing very new—sunny & very cold here—some strangely favorable notices ab't my

Sept: 19 '88 "The same subject continued" was the heading of the old chapters' novelists, this is ab't my

I hope so—I hear from Dr B[ucke] —& friends here come in a good deal—meantime I am anchor'd here in my

of G. with Sands at Seventy & Backward Glance as epilogue & am busying myself at it (to commemorate my

finishing my 70th year)— Best love— W W Walt Whitman to William D.

It is great and good— My object in writing now is merely to thank you for your thoughtfulness & to call

your attention to my change of address.

Andy, my dear comrade—I rec'd yours of 24th, with enclosure of letter. Two others previously.

Andy, my programme is, to vote here early Tuesday forenoon, & then start immediately for Washington—So

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 contains the start of each and all—the virtue, the germs of

BEHOLD this swarthy face, this unrefined face—these gray eyes, This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my

neck, My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, with- out without charm; Yet comes one, a Manhattanese

Dear J—& thanks—I am better now & sit up most of the day—had some mutton-broth, toast & an oyster for my

breakfast—We are going to have fine weather for Christmas—I rec'd a letter from Miss Harbinson ack'g the book—My

My dear Linton: How do you get on with the picture?

I am back here at work at my desk, for the fall & coming winter.

I remember that a doctor said to me once down in Virginia, when I shook my head: 'What?

I showed him my letter of the 16th, received today.

think of it: I have sent him my pieces, put my price on them, been paid that price: an important item

And I wish to put in my best greeting to Mrs.

He noticed my interest. "Do you like it? then take it along."

I was at that time studying law, the profession my father followed.

brother, and two other students who were in my father's office.

my fingers quiver yet as I write the word!) young Ninon, the daughter of the widow.

My brother was the only one who preserved his usual tenor of temper and conduct.

My sight seemed to waver, my head felt dizzy, and a feeling of deadly sickness came over me.

"I did not feel like ittilluntil nightfall—then when I got to work my head gave out.

I find my digestive apparatus still fitful—still unwilling to do its work smoothly.

I thought I was having my last little dance.

"Look on page 66—see if my picture is there—Herbert's." Yes, it was there.

Washington.I send herewith the copy of my American Institute Poem.

I described to W. my hunt most of my spare time to-daytoday for the steel plate.

He pushed the paper into my hand.

I must be on my guard: I must take care not to grow helpless before my time."

He placed his hand on mine and looked into my face affectionately.

I have given my oath to the Union.'

Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art? . . .

son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day, One look I but gave, which your dear eyes return'd with

do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?

Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves.

Hither, my love! Here I am! here!

Perhaps my objections are whimsical."

Harned had just been at my house, discussing affairs with me.I received today a note from Ingersoll,

always understood that I feel a never-ending gratefulness for those abroad who helped me, that time of my

Then they came forward, took my book, took me—and saved me.

Of course for me, from my person, the great moral, emotional, testimony the story bears is never to be

Much obliged to S. for wanting to cut out my speech (!) & to you for saving it.

s eye: New York, June 21. 91 My dear TraubelCountless congratulations to you and Mrs.

You must give him my very best regards with a "good luck" to boot.For you and your wife I ask for the

"Yes, wrote my name and two or three lines. It is horribly tiresome business."

GilderMy kindest regards—& those of my sister—to W. Whitman.

ever had such a bad coughf cough before i know how i should have got the meals if he had been home my

is somewhat better to day i have had mustard plasters acrost across my chest and i think it has done

me good i feel the soreness of the mustard but the soreness and distress in my side is much better)

last winter for all it was so very cold on the park i had to cover up my head to keep my ears from freezing

old days if i had none i believe i cant can't wr ite any more to night good bie walter dear my love

Louis, Monday Feb 24th 1873 My dear dear Mother Since Matties death I could not write you before—there

 she was cheerful to a degree and at noon of the day she died sat up in her chair and directed how my

and then took my horse and buggy arriving at the house abt 3ck—I found Mattie dressed—furs &c on—sitting

awaiting me—I took her in my arms and carried her out to the buggy as I sat her in—she said "wait now

'till I fix my dress"—these were the last words she spok—She then fell over on her side I immediately

dearest Friend, for weeks & weeks, without being able to get leisure & tranquillity enough to do it to my

here before I am free to obey the deep faith and love which govern me—So let me sit close beside you my

—& feel your presence & take comfort & strength & serenity from it, as I do, as I can when with all my

heart & soul I draw close to you realizing your living presence with all my might.

The parents of Norah (whom he loves) have released from their unfriendly attitude since my Beatrice has

Whitman referred to Rossetti's edition as a "horrible dismemberment of my book" in his August 12, 1871

In the spring, when commencing to plow, I was feeling poorly, and my 13 year old boy to g .

me the pleasure I have had with Walt Whitman's books and to the books also—I'll (Please excuse all my

—I claim a patent right for the my old terms "champion of nature" and "good-enough man" &c &c If you

feel a little desire to "dig at the ribs" of demoralizing superstition) Why didnt didn't you notice my

t to doubt whether my friends get unmistakably true " Philosopher" JNJ John Newton Johnson Send only

Sir: I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of my commission as Attorney General of the United States

I herewith enclose my oath of allegiance, duly executed.

do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my

My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to

I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my

My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to

do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my

My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to

Feel or fancy I feel, relief already as summer wanes—one of my doctors thinks much of my head trouble

. — I have come on here, for a few days on my jaunt to the Thousand Islands at the mouth of St Lawrence—shall

will do me good)—This is a splendid city, right on Lake Ontario—I shall be back in September—I enjoy my

Washington. 18 My Dear Sir, Your wishes admit of easy compliance, since Mr Browning has resolved to make

of pardon clerk and the opportunity will not be lost to add in the professional force of the office—my

Dear boy Pete, Nothing particular or new in my condition—I have been to the Doctor's to-day—had quite

Good bye my loving son. I will try to do better next week.

Camden Nov. 19 '87 My dear Sir I tho't I w'd send you word that Mr Eakins the portrait painter of Phila

suppose will continue off & on all the current month (or more)—so you might tell Miss Wheeler —Also give my

quite a while—I fear he is, medically, in a bad way—I am sailing along ab't as usual—have just had my

light dinner—Cool & raw weather here—my canary is singing blithely, as I write— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman

Camden May 8 '89 Y'rs of 6th rec'd—thanks—yes, I am agreeable to your sending S[tedman] my former letter

O'C[onnor] (f'm the wife ) to day, & I am gloomy—Dr B[ucke] writes me every day & cheerily—Horace & my

Camden New Jersey US America Evn'g Sept 8 '89— Here I sit toward sunset in my big old chair in the 2d

story room in Mickle street wafting affectionate wishes over to you— Nothing new or notable in my affairs

My friend Mr Stedman tells me that he thinks you would allow me to call on you.

Since I left England it has been my greatest wish to have the great pleasure of seeing you that I hope

London Ontario Canada Dear Sir I send you a little circular adv: advertisement of my books—I sell them

send them from here—by mail—I shall be here till middle of August —after that at Camden, New Jersey, my

Camden 10 A M Dec: 21 '88 Every thing continues not unfavorable at least—had a fair night & have eaten my

Saturday, P M—Bright and real cold here—as I sit, the great wolf skin is spread on the chair to protect my

Camden April 7 '89 Y'r letters arrived & welcome—My card yesterday f'm Mrs: O'C speaks of our dear friend

sitting up next forenoon—Nothing new with me—Horace, Tom, Mrs: H. and Mr Morehouse have just call'd—My

328 Mickle Street Camden Oct 11 '84 My dear friend Thank you for your kind & warm invitation to write

Walt Whitman I enclose my last screed in the Critic Walt Whitman to Talcott Williams, 11 October 1884

Kirkwood N J New Jersey Monday afternoon Aug August 20 My dear friend, I forward you the accompanying

The other two will you please take, or mail to my sister in Camden, soon as you have read?

Walt Whitman, Dear Sir:— Since the completion of my late work on "Nests & Eggs of Birds of the U.S.,"

Anything else that you would like to appear, will be given a place, if you will call my attention thereto

the window middling comfortable—you must be near shore—Suppose you (by this gets to you,) have given my

best affectionate regards to my friends there, the Costelloes, the Smiths, the dear Bolton folks & all—Tom

Botta: My dear Madam: I sent you by mail about three weeks ago, (in compliance with your request of April

13,) the MS. of one of my poems, "O Star of France"—also a photographic portrait.

431 Stevens street Camden New Jersey March 21 '82 My friends I believe you have in MS one or two clusters

of my Notes — yours —they are paid for—I think I would like to look over them & touch them up to date

I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my

My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to

"The past 3 or 4 days," he said, "have not been my worst, I have not been in my worst condition: so that

Three or four days will tell the tale—I shall soon know my man.

He will have to learn the ways—my ways, the ways of the place, people. We'll see, we'll see!"

"Happily, I am spending one of my good periods now—until the man, any man—he or any other—gets into the

However, those few lines will at least serve as an unambiguous testimony of my deep and true devotion

eyes.Ever yours sincerely and affectionatelyEdward Bertz W. remarked: "I am well aware of it, that my

I had with me, a rough manuscript of my book matter, and read to him from it, here and there.

British readers," and I replied that in making up the volume I was not seeking to please anybody—that my

plan was, the matter having been put in my charge, to give what I thought the most fitting record of

His own speech is to me just the thing—his voice just the right pitch for my ears."

W. said now, upon my questioning if there could have been the least idea there of resenting the aid of

I said my explanation of it as only of general meaning—having rather to do with the abstract view of

No one can know it as I know it—not my nearest friends of the old days—not even William O'Connor, not

Kendal interview, over which, as Harned puts it: "Walt came up to my house and drank with me a glass

He had just been turned on my arrival, so I went in, the room black enough.

But he must have been awake, tiptoeing it as I did, and knew my step or somehow knew I was here.

After he recovered he finished my name and we shook hands.

On my questioning saying, "I have spent a dreadful day, seemingly to get deeper and deeper into the mire

and pressing my other hand, which he held.Johnston sends me a couple of Bolton papers in which are notes

But say, I am here tonight, in my bed, cheerful if not comfortable, with hope up again, though with entire

recognition of the gravity of my condition."

Give him—give her—my love, sympathy. Poor woman, too—she particularly: my heart goes out to her."

Reminded me, "My copy of Poet-Lore came today. Shall I send it to Bucke?"