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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.

My Dear Comrade: . . .

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

They look at me, and my eyes start out of my head; they speak to me, and I yell with de- light delight

; they touch me, and the flesh crawls off my bones.

heaven, it bears me beyond the stars, I tread upon the air, I sail upon the ether, I spread myself my

O my soul! O your soul, which is no better than my soul, and no worse, but just the same!

O my eye! 1247. These things are not in Webster's Dictionary— Unabridged, Pictorial.

But this catarrhal affection bothers me a good deal—troubles my head."

How Emerson could ever have got spliced to her beats my explanation.

John had not yet had my postal about O'Connor—but writes of him—had read of it in the paper.

I know how keenly you must feel it, and you have my deepest sympathy.

No words come to my pen adequate to express the sense of the loss we have all suffered in the death of

Tom read Clark the Symonds letter upon my recommendation.

My wonder is, is Brinton the man to write a book on that subject?

And my doubt of Brinton would be, not that he could produce a valuable study, but that he would produce

If he has not the book, I should be glad to have him use my copy. Tell him so."

In my time, usually thinner than this—this already is fat."

Called my attention to absence of one of Gutekunst photos.

I said: "Then you think my instinct was right?

But my memory! my memory!"

Asked me about my work at the bank.

his glasses: "I suppose something or other I have needed some day and not found: as with so much of my

My surprise is, not that they feel it or say it among themselves, but that they are damned fools enough

It's the story over again of my woman friend in Washington who complained that whereas her sister, who

My main objection to him, if objection at all, would be, that he is too eulogistic—too flattering.

are in personal relations with him, convey him my hearty though belated congratulations?

In the midst of my reading, others entering, W. suggested I begin over again, which I did.

experiment: I would no more force my reading than my writing.

there are points here which I have not considered—which are not quite familiar table-talk to me—but my

first impression, my original instinct, (I can only give that) is adverse, critical, though not, of

have known so many yet so few—so few with the full equipment—one or two (not more than two) in all my

I said to W.: "I've still got the Rossetti letter in my pocket."