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the midday sun, the impalpable air—for life, mere life, For precious ever-lingering memories, (of you my

mother dear —you, father—you, brothers, sisters, friends,) For all my days—not those of peace alone—the

war's chosen ones, The cannoneers of song and thought—the great artillerists—the foremost leaders, captains

I beg your acceptance of the enclosed & though but trifling, it will nevertheless show what my feelings

—I was in the struggle to prevent Kansas being made a Slave State & my name must have been known to you

far, he succeeds in presenting very much such a picture of the grave and courteous young Provincial Captain

It is a joy and a pride to my heart to know that this feeling is truly returned" (qtd. in Evans 115).

My publisher has only sent me $80 as profits on my books for over a year.

But my friends everywhere are remembering me.

It would not be the truth to say that my only friends are in England.

My spirits are buoyant and my health fair: I am indeed content."

I am compelled to admit that my Western experiences are behind all of my life work.

"Every fine day I have my stalwart attendant wheel me out, often to the Federal street ferry, where,

As Carlyle says in his life of John Sterling, many of my seances with O'Reilly are written in star-fire

meeting at Young's was a most memorable one, and Emerson was kind enough to select the passages from my

England are imperative and I must soon sail for merrie England, and after a short stay I will keep my

promise to visit you and to renew my pleasant memories of the Pacific slope.'

of my friends.

, probably my last.

It is called 'Good-bye, My Fancy,' and is now in the press.

with me and encouraged me in my theories.

Give my regards to all my friends, and particularly to the press fellows, for I never forget that I was

My dear Mr.

My dear Mr.

Sunday My dear Mr. Whitman I enclose the only one of the Herald contributions I have recently seen.

My dear Mr.

April 15. 1886 My dear Mr.

Furness 50 J B Lippincott Co. 25 175 and my own check for one hundred & twenty-nine, (129) dollars, in

My dear Mr Whitman I should like to bring Dr. de Schweinitz one of the very best oculists in the city

June 11, 1886 My dear Walt Whitman: Some weeks after I had made my last remittance to you I received

as two—as my soul and I; and I gu reckon it is the same with all oth men and women.— I know that my

trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists and go among the rough drivers and boatmen

I tell you just as beautiful to die; For I take my death with the dying And my birth with the new-born

lips, to the palms of my hands, and whatever my hands hold.

hands, and my head my head mocked with a prickly I am here after I remember crucifixion and bloody coronation

I was rather amused (when I told some of my friends at home that I had seen you), at the ideas they seemed

to have of my object in calling on you.

It might have been my friend as well as myself who called but I had the opportunity.

I cannot very well leave my ship just now so I post it to you, he would have liked to have sent a more

of materials" for the "real reality" that lurks behind a "show of appearance" ("Scented Herbage of My

The Herald, Boston, Oct. 8, 188 7 My dear Friend: I have yours of yesterday and enclose a list of the

My dear friend: I have been thinking very often of you lately, and wishing that something might be done

Lovering, the Member of Congress from my district, 6 th Massachusetts, and influential member of committee

This one is devoted to some of your poems and is partly written by me, partly by my friend W. Q.

My dear friend: That young fop, Hartmann, has sent me a ms. for Herald called "A Lunch with Walt Whitman

My dear Friend: I received your beautiful gift yesterday afternoon just in time for Xmas, and I cannot

Office of The Boston Herald, Boston, Mass., June 21, 188 7 My dear friend: Yours of the 18th received

send more in a few days by calling in the amounts already subscribed as speedily as the pressure of my

The Herald, Boston, Aug. 2, 188 7 My dear Friend: I enclose for the cottage $285 in two checks of $50

If the idea pleases you, my friend, Jack Law, the Chelsea tile-maker, would like to send you a handsome

My dear friend: I have just heard from Kennedy that your illness continues.

so glad that you have to help you so devoted a friend as young Traubel, and through you I give him my

hand and my thanks.

In these days the glorious words you have spoken about Death comes up in my mind, and I feel much as

City . we are all well as usual I have just returned home from Red Bank where I w illed to se see of my

Dear frend friend you can judge of my feelings better than I cn can discribe describe them. we shall

keept kept me busy for the past month & I have an old lady staying with me & Jane away so you see that my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

I intended to come to see you on my way here I had only time to make the train so could not see so will

call on my way Home are you better or do you still keep the same I hoped when the weather got cooler

Home July 24/88 My Dear Old Friend I received your letter written the 21 st day after the one of yesterday

many good friend friends you have & how pretty they write I have often wished that I could express my

I have been in Camden once or twice & should have called to see you but thought perhaps my comeing coming

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

I have been in Camden once or twice & should have called to see you but thought perhaps my coming would

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

will write to you I should not wonder if you get 3 letter from us all at once, I will have to close my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

I do not know what I carry in my arms pressed close to my side and bosom!

I turn my steps to "Zion's Mill" a cemetery.

My womb is clean and pure. It is ready for thy child my love.

how lovingly will I cherish and guard it, our child my love. Thine the pleasure my love.

My motives are pure and holy. Our boy my love! Do you not already love him?

Mayor Wood, of New York, this forenoon issued an order to his various Police Captains, the "Municipals

The Station Houses are to remain under charge of the Captains, till further action of the Common Council

the details of an outrage so sigual in its character and so sinister in its bearings as to become, in my

I rubbed my eyes a little to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is

I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New-York to pay you

my respects.

walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.

, That I was, I knew was of my body, and what I should be, I knew I should be of my body.

Manhatta, my river and sun-set, and my scallop-edged waves of flood-tide, the sea-gulls oscillating

face, Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.

loudly and mu- sically musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!

the balmy coolness and the voluptuousness of the scene had led me into, being thus broken in upon, my

—This individual, my enemy, and I, had differed upon a matter of opinion; a sharp word had passed, and

To such an one will I doff my beaver. Whitman here means to tip his hat.

For my part, I have had serious thoughts of getting up a regular ticket for President and Congress and

It is my impression, too, that we should poll a pretty strong vote. We number largely in the land.

Compare to, "I loafe and invite my soul,/ I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer

eagerly scanned to discover the object of my labours.

, and brighter, and more precious than earthly jewels; but in vain, for it eluded my sight.

which had been showered upon my mind. * * * * * * * The agitation of my thoughts, however, broke my slumbers

I slowly wended my way homeward, my soul improved in knowledge, and determined to treasure during life

.; Compare to, "I loafe and invite my soul,/ I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of

account of a wondrous and important discovery, a treatise upon which would fill up the principal part of my

Some years ago, when my judgement was in the bud, I thought riches were very desirable things.

But I have altered my mind. Light has flowed in upon me. I am not quite so green as I was.

These are exceptions to the correctness of my assertions with regard to the evil effects of tobacco;

Venice : "SHYLOCK: 'Signior Antonio, many a time and oft / In the Rialto you have rated me / About my

moneys and my usances: / Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, / For sufferance is the badge of

of Venice: "SHYLOCK: 'Signior Antonio, many a time and oft / In the Rialto you have rated me / About my

moneys and my usances: / Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, / For sufferance is the badge of

My two acquaintances were both born and bred in the city; they both were sent to good schools; both had

And yet no man can differ more from my friend H OM than does my friend T OM .

My friend H OM is, at the same time, very much of a gentleman in his manners.

Now all that my friend H OM is not , my friend Tom B EPRIM is .

When I meet H OM in the street, he always grasps my hand, and salutes me by my first name.

an enormous basket, containing a towel, fishing tackle, and incalculable quantities of provisions; Captain

But my limits will not allow me to expatiate upon the events of this interesting voyage.

—A dusky mist spread itself before my eyes.

I wandered far, far away from my then and there existence.

scenes long since past, and faces that may never more greet my view.

—I saw every particular tree, and hill, and field, my old haunts.

—This is what I dread: for I have not enjoyed my young time.

By 1855 when Whitman wrote "I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass," he

Again: "I never commit poems to memory—they would be in my way."

It excites my curiosity.

I look round the circle of my acquaintance for her equal.

He said: "Charles Aldrich is my good friend: he has ideas, faiths, which lead him affectionately my way

A great change has taken place in my life since I saw you.

I come," she cried, in toneLike sweetest siren song,"Though I have tarried long,I come, my own, my own

Thou art too late; in soothNaught earthly makes me glad;Where wert thou in my mad,My eager, fiery youth

Nay, grieve not thine," she said,"For I have loved full oft,And at my lovers scoffed,Alive to woo them

W. said immediately after my entrance, "And what of Wallace, Horace?

But my conception is so at odds with any churchey theological ideas on the subject, I often think perhaps

W. very amusingly described his condition to Bucke, "My head easily gets in a whirl now.

Now I feel as if my brain had an envelope like the outer crust of a pudding—a dense, mucoussed cover

My deafness is directly chargeable to it."

"My—your sleep must have been a soothing one!" He laughed with me.

I said: "I have often explained my adhesion to you in almost the same words." "Is it so?

off for my own use.

my notion in its favor."

What was my impression of it? "You like to see all that's going on?