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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

"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.'

Sir: I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of your letter of the 26th inst. requesting my opinion

McKeon, and return them herewith, with the endorsement of my opinion thereon.

Waterman against the United States, brought to my notice in my letter of criminal proceedings agt G.

cloudy warm forenoon, I feel that I would just like to write a line (quite purposeless no doubt) sending my

love & thanks to you & yours—Do you know this is the anniversary day of my receiving the present through

My father still lives, at the age of ninety-one. But I have lately lost my sister.

My dear Mr Whitman: I am very glad you are pleased with the pictures.

If you will kindly look over those you have kept you will find one with my name on & a few words from

My dear Mr.

much stronger than when last I felt its generous touch, that token is alone enough to gladden this my

134 East 38th St New York April 24, 1876 My dear Walt— Please send 3 sets on account of my list of 5.

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey Dec 21 '81 My dear W S K Yours rec'd received & glad to hear from

L of G—have just sent you a package by express of the late & other editions & Vols. of poems &c. as my

Camden New Jersey U S America Oct 1 '78— Dear Sirs Yours of Sept 14 with $14 for Two Sets (4 Vols) of my

to hand —Thank you sincerely— I to-day forward to Wiley & Sons, New York, Twelve Sets (24 Vols) of my

431 Stevens st Camden N Jersey July 11 My dear Philip Hale I have rec'd received your p o post office

order for $10 for my books—for which hearty thanks.

431 Stevens Street Camden New Jersey June 1 '81 My dear Mr Osgood Yours of May 31 just rec'd received

—Thanking you warmly for willingness, promptness, &c. my terms are: 25 cts on every copy sold if the

Camden March 3 '89 Am feeling better all day from the encouraging & sunny news my young friend Horace

H T will send hence (March 4) two copies of my big book by express, one for you & one for Nelly —yours

May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past life, Or may-be a stranger is reading

this who has secretly loved me, Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with derision

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!

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

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.

My own explanation was, that somebody or other plagued him for a piece—offered him 50 pounds, guineas

To my idea, "Arnold is not discriminate' W. returned, "I don't know—I should hardly say it that way:

of his demonstrations—his praises; perhaps the fact that I was so addressed tended to excuse him in my

My brother George was there, and they sat together and had quite a chat.

had many such espousers in Washington [some] time ago—perhaps have still—these fellows belonged among my

And John—though I should not call him a don, yet is my friend, seems unaltered towards me.

man as William O'Connor—so born critic he was—warned me in those early years in Washington, to put my

I wished to show this to my father.

"My friend John Reed, himself an Englishman, used to pass here daily, but now that I want to see him,

Thought I should take Schmidt's portrait also to show my father.

I had under my arm a big bundle of Saturday's Posts just got from Bonsall.

to send copies to Burroughs, Kennedy, and one or two others, asking me for four for his own use—"for my

However, I showed him my yesterday's letter from Baker, which he read, looked at, grew pathetic over.

For my own Saturday's notes W. could say, "I liked them—they were successfully joined.

My same complaint, my same reason!" This interested W. "Poor Baker, gone under by the same current.

I was glad you gave Emma Price my direction here, I should like to hear from Mrs Price & her girls first

got along better than I would have thought, but the last week I have felt it more, have felt it in my

head a little—I no more stir without my umbrella, in the day time, than I would without my boots.

I am afraid of the sun affecting my head, & move pretty cautious—Mother, I think every day, I wonder

I send you my love, dear mother, & to all, & wish Jeff & you to write as often as you can— Walt Whitman

Am Hof, Davos Platz, Switzerland August 3 1890 My dear Master I received your card of July 20 in due

But it was then too late to alter the reference in my own essay on "Democratic Art" w. had been printed

I hope to have a second edition of my "Essays Speculative & Suggestive" (for only 750 copies were printed

For my own part, after mature deliberation, I hold that the present laws of France & Italy are right

It has not infrequently occurred to me among my English friends to hear your "Calamus" objected to, as

"A monument to outlast bronze," comes from the first line of Horace's Ode 3.30: My Monuument.

My dear friend It is just dawn, but there is light enough to write by, and the birds in their old sweet

My first knowledge of you is all entangled with that little garden.

My chief reason for writing (so I put it to myself) is that I can't help wishing you should know that

Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my heart

And for my sake you must not mind reading what I have written.

them to give me the copy to make some little corrections—which I did effectually by going straight to my

And how goes it with you, my dear? I watched the N.

allow themselves to be squeezed into the stereotype mould, and wear straight collars and hats, and say "my

could go dead head if I was to apply—Jeff, I feel as if things had taken a turn with me, at last—Give my

love to Mat, and all my dear brothers, especially Georgie.

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

Honored Sir—and Dear Poet—I beg you to accept my appreciative thanks for your great kindness in sending

I put the letter in my pocket.

in the Brooklyn days—and even behind Brooklyn—I was to be an orator—to go about the country spouting my

pieces, proclaiming my faith.

s and in to see him—no preliminaries—he knowing my step and greeting me, "Welcome, Horace—and love!

They are my greatest dread: they tear me up by the roots." Asked, "How is Whittier?"

W. turned his face half my way, put his right hand up to his ear and listened, eyes open.

When you write him, Horace, do not forget my word—love, only love—it is all I can send now."

I on my way home.

With him half an hour, having a delightful talk, he fanning himself all the time of my stay.Dr.

Also of Beemer, Bucke's assistant and friend of W.Gave me a bag containing three apricots to give to my

W. sent a twig of the flowers to my father—"I want him to see them.

I expatiated for some time—it was my element—it bore upon my theories, illustrated 'Leaves of Grass.'

and to my "yes," added, "I can't account for his failure to get down this way.

the best expect much help from me in that," adding that bibliographies were "anyhow not according to my

know what is the signification of the legal term 'easement,' but it seems to me a very good word for my

bask in the sun—though Warren protests—I don't know but rightly: for these or things kin are cause of my

woe—at least according to my suspicions if not belief."

—that is one of my special points—to see them there.

And to my response "Yes—yellow"—he assented—"Yes—a yellow, with a tinge of brown."

He endorsed my plan—to print his verse and signature on one side of a big green card, and on the other—menu

Warrie quickly asked the stranger—"Where's my watch?" "Why, in your pocket, of course."

I endorse Bruno—he is my man—our man: his maxims, too.

things mine these days I consider myself very fortunate—very fortunately situated"—with a smile—"even if my

is not for them I care, or their magazines, but the public ear—I wish to reach the public—to deliver my

is so, then I must take the first opportunity to clinch it—to make even more emphatic statement of my

He wished no one to have "any concern about my friendships"—they would, "take care of themselves."

I got my Lippincott's proof last night after leaving W. They wished it back immediately.

My mind is fallow now, but I suppose it is for the best.

I hardly know my old self as seen in my old Index articles. However, Sursum! Resurgam! Forward!

My dear walt Walt i received your letter to day its a great consolation to get your letters nearly all

the comfort i have) as i have no one to talk too to about any of my own i get letters from helen price

without hearing mine they think Lou is in the family way and therefore she has to be kept up stairs in my

since i got up this morning till i come up to writ write this letter i have had very little good of my

—So you see my official life, with all its monotony, is not without a little fun, now & then, for a change

Two of her pictures I have seen, are real good—Well she wants to make a portrait of my beautiful countenance

& came to ask me to sit for her—Well I consented—but don't think I shall begin until I return from my

& melting here for two or three days—but there is a cool fresh breeze blowing in here, as I finish my

the hot weather, & especially since I left Washington—so I read & write as little as possible, beyond my

printing matters, &c—as that occupies several hours, & tires my eyes sometimes.

distinction however—I admire & love the French, & France as a nation—of all foreign nations, she has my

is—to say nothing—only a good smacking kiss, & many of them—& taking in return many, many, many, from my

Mother, I have nothing particular to write about—I see & hear nothing but new & old cases of my poor

would literally sink & give up, if I did not pass a portion of the time with them—I have quite made up my

the way I shall put it in operation—you know, mother, it is to raise funds to enable me to continue my

everywhere & receive no pay — Dear, dear mother, I want much to see you & dear Matty too, I send you both [my

wrote yesterday to Han, & sent one of George's last letters from Annapolis—Mother, I suppose you got my

blessing on him, he says, I am no scholar & you are—poor dying man, I told him I hoped from the bottom of my

—dear sister Mat, I quite want to see you & California, not forgetting my little Hattie too— Walt 2 o'clock

can know the men so well as I do, I sometimes think— Mother, I am writing this in Willard's hotel, on my

years past and returned to York State a few weeks ago think of staying here for a time to take care of my

I have lost track of nearly all my old chums if I was able to travil travel I would like to see some

of flower seeds if so I will send you the money to pay for them and your trouble I will have to draw my

letter to a close for fear of wearing your patients patience to read it Please except accept my love

27 Feb '67 februy February 27 my dear walt i feel as if i must write a few lines every time i get a letter

write every week but if i dont don't it seems as if i had something to doo do that i had neglected my

midling well sometimes i think im I'm real sick but it goes over i have been troubled with a pain in my

have had a mustard plaister plaster on part of the time i thought it helpt helped me some but i feel my

Thomas Jefferson "Jeff" Whitman wrote that Mason "used to be in my party on the Water Works" (see his

My dear friend Thank you—thank you!

From the condition of my heart death is a daily probability to my conciousness consciousness & I face

all my responsibilities in the sense that it may be for me the last time.

My dear Walter i have received your good letter to day today was glad to hear you had A holiday wish

that time) that is about all i have ventured to go out in a long time i cant can't seem to get over my

lameness my wrist is very little lame but my knees is so weak) i expected mrs maguire here to see something