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.: "I suppose—anything—any change to a man in my condition is comfort." After a pause.

He held my hand warmly, and I could feel its grasp loosen and fasten from time to time.H.L.T.: "I sent

He held my hands tightly—twice saying almost in a whisper, "God bless you, boy: God bless you—bless you

Chubb could not have heard, and it shook my heart. Then the final good night and kiss and escape.

was his parting and my own was silence.Now again to Philadelphia and not back to 328 till ten.

He asked my opinion, which, as I told him, had not been the Doctor's.

Then at last I stand to my own stubborn guns, for somewhere in me is the last unbendingness which must

And when I laughed and said I had written something of this sort in my paper, and spoke of Grant as of

"Yes," he remarked, "it is wholly unsatisfactory and not very gracious, either: sets me down for my worst

Is about to go to New York, where he will see Johnston.I told him my sister Agnes would be married on

I sit in my room here—my den, my little corner—and wonder—wonder." I asked after his health.

the first two pages to me as a series: they have done it for Tennyson, for Swinburne, for others to my

"His 89 years are a marvel to me—excite my wonder.

We talked freely together for 20 minutes or half an hour.He saw a book in my hand—questioned what it

My objection that The Vicar of Wakefield and Consuelo were books not to be compared, "not to be classed

The Quaker Traits of Walt Whitman," of which I spoke to W., who expressed so much curiosity I got on my

Speaks rather indignantly of the insistence of the papers that he has "gone out and selected his [my]

I have had my curiosity aroused on this point.

Saturday, June 27, 1891A couple of postals from Reeder acquiescing in my plan.

That would be my plan. I have been talking with Horace about it."

Had I my legs as once, it wouldn't be but a little skip for me.

piece off, "I want you to take it—I think Mary Davis makes the best bread ever was—the best: it is my

chief dependence, pride, nowadays, when I have to be so careful what I do with my belly!"

On my way to Phila. Shall be able despite doubts to go to N.Y. tomorrow.

But that shows a misconception of my mission on this earth, which is not to be catspaw under whatever

issues of time, or to claim that which is not my own, or to play fool—as would be palpably the case

for me to print under my own name an article which any astute man would at once see was his by fingermarks

I had left on my first trip the old scrap-book containing Ingersoll's "Burns."

My nights are better than my days—I sleep, after a fashion.

And if my 'Leaves' have failed here they have failed altogether.

My work is well known in England & I possess the highest possible testimonials regarding it from Cardinal

yoursRaymond BlathwaytI might add that Lord Tennyson lives in the parish in the I. of Wight of which 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 blabbed

paint myriads of heads, but paint no head with- out without its nimbus of gold-colored 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 blabbed

light, But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-colored light, From my

My dear M r Whitman, Thank you for the kind thought which sent me the newspaper containing good news

under all feeling which the fact of your illness produces lies the one feeling (which the growth of my

Burroughs would be willing to take the trouble; (& he would add to my gain if he would mention to me

My wife joins with mine her love & both go to you together. We are well.

It has always seemed to me more my proper work than prose, but if a sufficient experiment proves the

Attorney Gen'l , has gone on to Philadelphia with wife & child, to spend three or four days—I like my

new boarding place very well, take it altogether — Mother, I am writing this at my table, by the big

Jeff don't say whether you got my last Tuesday's letter, (March 5,) with the envelopes, &c.

very tired, when I arrived home—We don't have dinner till 5 o'clock—but I always take a good lunch in my

please—then I am getting many books for the Library (our office Library) that I have long wanted to read at my

I had never had him break loose so about my work.

He wrote my name on it. "That dismisses it for good."

Often I would read my proofs at the hotel.

W. gave me my personal copy—the complete W. W.—to-nighttonight.

I left it at the house this morning on my way to Philadelphia.

And laughed heartily over my account of W.'s reception of her letter.

He looked very bad—very bad: it was a pull at my heart to look him in the face.

life, of my faith—and just as it stands—every word, every word.

Many things are now going on—I depend upon you: you are more than my right arm."

"It seems to answer all my notions—whims, you might call them.

spent most of the day arguing it over with myself: I needed you to bring me to a conclusion—to end my

We talked politics: Tom is hot about the election but I don't feel my pulse stirred a bit: even my hopes

one regard: it seems to give me a superior niceness which I have never thought of as an element in my

In the Spring Song and the Song of the Depths my orbit responded to the new attracting sun.

Imagine that I have expressed to you my sincere conviction of what I owe to you.The essay is my first

Chamberlin's letter shows that DeLong got my letter of last Friday—though where this W.W. meeting was

Well, Horace, having pleased William and Nellie, I may rest on my oars."

I doubt if that does any good: I think my friends, some of my friends, quite understand that that is

He pointed his finger towards me: "Leave it to you in my will." Laughed.

My life now seems very pale and poor compared with those days.

O my body, that gives me identity! O my organs !

Underfoot, the divine soil— Overhead, the sun.— Afford foothold to my poems, you Nourish my poems, Earth

In Poem The earth, that is my model of poems model ?

The body of a man, is my model—I do not reject what I find in my body—I am not ashamed—Why should I be

My Darling (Now I am maternal— a child bearer— bea have from my womb borne a child, and observe it For

entitled to a cancellation of the bond, nor to a discharge from the payment of the tax; and you ask my

—If, on a reëxamination of the case, you still desire my opinion, I shall be happy to give it; but as

it can easily be submitted to a court for its decision, if my opinion of it is not necessary for purposes

On that day, the Solicitor of Internal Revenue came into my office and said to me that the Supervisor

—There is in my Department no list of U. S.

With the facts you state in your letter, I understand very well what impression my telegram made upon

One night, as I was sitting alone with my mother and writing, I felt a sudden dizziness overcome me immediately

after a draught of tea stronger than any I had taken yet, and requested my mother to get me a glass

My mother was standing before me with the sherry. I asked her how long I had been insensible.

I send you by this mail my paper—"The New Ars Poetica" I want you to read it, &, if you think best, ask

strange feeling of the educative and epoch-making nature of your style (poetical); & I am confident that my

What do you think of my performance? I wish the libret might even be bound.

Belmont Oct 27 '89 To Walt Whitman I am immensely pleased (tickled) with the result of my little Wifekin

I rubbed my hands in glee after quoting some of the good great fellows (in England & America) who stand

She says, "I saw with my own eyes, his nobility & manners," &c.

Saturday My dear Walt i have received severall several paper s this week but no letter that has been

of company this week mostly girls from the place where she used to work all have to be taken up in my

got hans Han's letter and Jeffs Jeff's poor matt i feel so bad about her i cant can't keep her out of my

I have been home—six weeks— —I am middling well, go out some every day, but not much—Best thing is my

Good bye, my darling son—So the new shirts turn out a success do they?

I have a great mind to be jealous—Give my love to Wash Milburn, Adrian Jones, & all the RR boys.

My Dear Friend, Tis a long time since I have had the pleasure of hearing from you so I fear you did not

I am getting around quite lively on just a single cane and my health is good.

Now good bye, my good freind and may heaven keep you safe from harm. Anson Ryder, Jun.

Burlington Vt 1892 Tuesday Morning March 15 Only write a line my dear darling brother thinking maybe

so good to me.— What does me good or what is a comfort to me is nothing, you, are the one I care for my

not tire you if I could only do a bit of good— want Want to send much much love, & I do feel for you my

a week —so I thought I would write you a few lines now, to let you know— Mother, I suppose you got my

want to go down in camp once more very much—& I think I shall be back in a week—I shall spend most of my

you are well & in good spirits & Jeff & Mat & all, & dear little California & Hattie—I send them all my

Am so filled with gratitude can scarce express my feelings.

Tis the first time I have had the pleasure of gazing up on the picture of my Great Great Uncle Elias

I have patiently submited to the will of God, it is through him I breathe, live, and have my being.

three I have been away in New York—return'd only a few days ago—I am well and fat, & have been so, & my

four boys out, & then the four girls—I enjoyed their call—They were going off on a little excursion— My

brother & sister are well as usual—My nieces are now here —have left school—they are grown, tall hearty

1267 Broadway, New York My Dear Dear Walt— Swinburne has just written to me to say as follows.

As sincerely can I say, what I shall be freshly obliged to you if you will assure him of in my name,

that I have by no manner of means relaxed my admiration of his noblest works—such parts, above all, of

Dear Sir When my friend, Mr.

The "Leaves of of Grass" have become a part of my every-day thought and experience.

Often when I have been alone in the company of one or other of my dearest friends, in the very deliciousness

time—worse the afternoon & evn'g—or the reverse—But I feel better of the bladder trouble, wh' has been my

spasms, &c have mainly stopt & I am feeling decidedly easier, freer—rose ab't 1½ hours ago—have had my

you might suppose—To have the trilogy definitively done is a very great relief, for I had quite set my

I have abt 10 minutes a day to my self!

Wilson has my MS now. Am going to take a vacation in a month.

Do drop me a line dear & revered papa, & relieve my anxiety abt you. W. S. Kennedy.

Camden 1889 Saturday early P M June 1 — Well here I am, feeling fairly, commencing my 71st year.

turning (which were fortunately wide & easy) to the big banquet hall & big crowd, where I was roll'd to my

speeches from) outsiders—The compliments & eulogies to me were excessive & without break —But I fill'd my

in the wheel chair —was out to the river at sunset yesterday an hour—sleep & eat fairly yet— (made my

word or message I had to give him—I said (a la Abraham Lincoln) there was a queer old Long Islander in my

Sunday 30th 10—11 a m —Rather pleasanter, cloudy, warm yet—bad spell continued—have had my breakfast,

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

My dear friend I cannot tell you what joy your message has given me, both as proof of your improvement

With what joyful smiling I thank God that you are better, as I wept from my heart, at hearing of your

ancestor of yours settled very early in Weymouth, this portion of which where I am now staying was my

INSANE ASYLUM LONDON ONTARIO 16 April 1891 Still sitting here in my room upstairs—foot mending —but slowly

Put in my time mostly reading, some writing and chatting.

like the water, like to see England and friends there, it would be the best change I could have for my

Dear Walter, I take my pen in hand as a final resort to find out where you are. as it appears to me it

will stay untill August I get out now most every day untill six oclock but I never see you I have got my

evening as you usd to do at the old Armory but alas I never see your [old] familliar in the threshold of my

And as this is Christmas night and I alone in my Shanty will improve it in writing You althouth there

excepted it and had a verry nice time yet I think had I been in New York or Brooklyn that I would enjoyed My-Self

are now Priosners of War Who have Served and fought in the regiment Since the Orginization and for my

it is growing too dark to write— Sunday forenoon early—Oct 23 —The sun is shining bright—I have had my

breakfast (pann'd oysters toast & coffee) & in half an hour I shall start in my light wagon & Nettie

Give my best regards to Ernest Rhys —a synopsis of his "New Poetry" lecture has been published here in

about Herb's picture, he calls September Days —(name not very good, but will do)—Picture itself, in my

treatment no following of any thing Herb has done before — Our folks are well as usual—(it is toward noon)—My

sister is off to church somewhere—brother down stairs balancing his acct's accounts —I up here in my

I got your letter of last May, but have not been well able to write with my half-paralyzed hands and

My little book overwhelmed me with letters, and I have felt stung not to be able to answer many of them

My faith is not shaken. Life seems to have almost stopped still with me.

"That is wholly true: you give me my resolution back: I have something I want to say: I still expect

he is eminently present to me always here: no matter what happens, remains vitally with me, sharing my

"Ed, this is one of my friends—this is Horace Traubel." Ed scanned me.

I await it with interest.Please give my best regard to Mr.

W. said: "Tom—here is Ed Wilkins: Ed, this is my friend Tom Harned."

He told me he could not understand my extreme admiration for Walt Whitman.

But my shock was with Mrs. Costelloe.

It carries out my, our, idea, as we formed it from your letter.

O my! They are as hearty as any set I was ever led into!

And you, Bucke, did you get all my letters?"

My dear Sir: In reply to your note of 12th inst., desiring, as counsel for the Commercial Nav'g'n Co.

, an interview with me during my expected visit to New York, I beg to say that I shall be pleased to

Richard Maurice Bucke, one of his literary executorsI have found my authority hereabout 1879prose1 leafhandwritten

I have found my authority here

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

And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly

need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my

And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly

need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my

My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend, (Now buried in an English grave—and this a memory-leaf for

Have just sold & sent off to Eng'd my little p'k't-b'k L of G. Grip & bladder trouble bad.

(I count Ing: as one of my noblest friends & upholders)—John Burroughs has been here to see me—he is