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Saw the doctor (Grier) day before yesterday—he made a careful ausculation of my heart—pronounced it all

Drinkard , a great talker, & very demonstrative)— Nelly, you needn't send the photos of my nieces back

Thanks for your letter of 20th—give my love to Mrs.

smoke; By these, crowds, groups of forms, vaguely I see, on the floor, some in the pews laid down; At my

staunch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white as a lily;) Then before I depart I sweep my

resume as I chant—I see again the forms, I smell the odor; Then hear outside the orders given, Fall in, my

, wh' I enclose, with slips—Send to Dr Bucke, after reading—As I write, I am sitting down stairs in my

big arm chair—My sister Lou (George's wife) has just been here—It looks like such a fine & bright weather

I shall try to get out in my rig.

In my teaching and lecturing I find no difficulty in getting Converts to the new doctrine and find your

Greenport Dec 23 Dear Brother Walter I received a letter from you last night and an order for my annual

thing about it in your letter I am not feeling well at all this winter not sick abed but a pain in my

expect pains and aches as we are growing old but I am thankful I am no worse can get around and do my

PatrickMcGuire"My Boys and Girls" (1844)"My Boys and Girls" (1844)While this sketch first appeared in

"My Boys and Girls" (1844)

I took it in my hands.

he asked,and on my acquiescence—"So me, too. I think it one of the best—the very best.

he explained—Flynn came in the other evening and took it away in his arms.As we sat there talking, my

Adding: "My use of the word has been contested.

Yet I am sure of my correctness.

My heart rejoiced for him. Mrs. Keller getting ready to go. No mail whatever for W.

And to my "yes, last week," he replied, "I think of her often. She is a woman out of the few."

He pressed my hand, "Well, good night—good night, Horace."

s at six, but he had anticipated my card, arriving at two, and so missing me.Ingersoll telegraphs me

All I can say is give him my love & tell him that he will always have one friend no matter what happens

He took my hand and went across the room toilsomely.

Which is good, after my trouble." "Time for what? Have you suggestions to make? I hope so."

Then he leaned forward to the bed, handing me from it a copy of my August Lippincott's and Bucke's "Whitman

"I am quite ready in my own work when I find a good thing I want to say said by another, to use him—quote

Other poets have written and written with unmistakable power, grandeur, but my mark has been a distinct

On my return from Philadelphia in evening—6:30—I stopped in for a few minutes. The day uneventful.

Somehow, something in my throat—some obstreperation—it brings back that cork: a dozen times a day it

He held my hand all this time and pressed it again and again.

"If you write to Doctor, give him my love: and to Ingersoll, too—yes, and to Ned Stedman."

"Throw a cloth or quilt over my whole bed. It is getting chilly here." Mrs.

I don't want it to go forth that my feelings towards him are one whit less than they are.

My dear friend,My idea was, when you wrote me about the Club, that I might deliver some lecture in Philadelphia—maybe

path.If not thought best to do this under the auspices of the Club, why, I could do it independently, on my

I think we would have no trouble in filling the house, on some good subject.Give my best regards to Mr

Probably saying this last from something he saw in my face.

You know, Horace, at times my brain simply will not stand that.

Law, Esq.,2020 Broadway, Camden, N.J.,My dear friend:Much obliged to you for the copy of your excellent

My Whitman epistle is really about the best I ever did, and I am only sorry it is written in a language

I feel however that if I cannot go to Phila. it will be one of the great calamities of my life and I

If I am mistaken in him—if my experience of human nature leads me astray now, in a case of which I am

All my inclinations are to trust him. You fellows can get a shy: see how he measures up to you."

mock-despair: "I have had unwanted news today—bad news—almost startling news: the Century has rejected my

—"It comes with this note, which you might as well read"—handing to us a page and a half note—"My dear

All my poems require to be read again and again—three, four, five, six times,—before they enter into

And yet when I told him of Harned's sickness and my belief that much of it came from too much in-doorness

Then he amusedly asked me—"you have not seen my new mittens, have you?"

He advised me: "I have been thinking today about your mention of my birthday.

And then, have the girls there: it is not a little in my mind, how the girls are appealed to—it has,

—and to my assent—"It is important to know what such a man thinks,"—though very cautious as I could see

I said, "My description of the master is that his art is so close to nature for so long, it at last becomes

And now that you talk as you do, let me give you an idea of my own.

I put in, "My idea would be to admit all that the formalists claim for Lowell, then to ask whether there

W. at once, "I like that: that would be my idea—to say to them, yes that is true, every word of it—but

My notion had been to headline the article "James Russell Lowell, Walt Whitman," then to indicate the

No, no, no—give my love to them all—tell them I remember the old days. Oh!

Tell Nellie—tell Anne—tell all, my love is with them, though I am here!"

He laughed, "Are they my letters, Mary? I was just telling Horace how to get them downstairs."

I also had letter from Bucke.W. reported, "This has been one of my very worst days—a day full of discomfort

It is assessed at $800, and $25 is my tax yearly.

June 19, 1882 Dear Walt: I have yours of yesterday, and am happy in the thought that you find my second

That is what they will try to do, and my reply to Chadwick will make it harder than ever for them.

On the other hand, The Tribune invites my attention to Sigma's "assertion" about the "disgusting Priapism

," which is, of course, a disgusting lie, and I I have to make up my mind whether the point is worth

shows a desire to put in something as a makeweight, and to seem biased against me, while admitting my

Dearest Mother, I am late with my letter this week—my poor, poor boys occupy my time very much—I go every

Dear brother, I wish you to say to Probasco & all the other young men on the Works, I send them my love

again—I myself do not give up Hooker yet— Dear mother, I should like to hear from Han, poor Han—I send my

know one bit more on what they are writing about than Ed does— Mother, you say in your letter you got my

I hear from him, before sending them— I remain well as usual—the poor fellow I mentioned in one of my

I send my love to you & Jeff & all—we are having a very pleasant coolish day here—I am going down to

post office to leave this, & then up to my old friends O'Connors, to dinner, & then down to hospital—Well

by, dear Mother, for present— Walt Tuesday afternoon 3 o'clock—Mother, just as I was going to seal my

My Dearest Friend: You could not easily realize the strong emotion with which I read your last note and

I have my dear little grandson with me here—as engaging a little toddler as the sun ever shone upon—so

wish I could write to some of them, but what with needlework, an avalanche of letters, the care of my

dear little man—the re-editing of my husband's life of Blake, to which there will be a considerable

Per. & my nephew & the "Process" have made a great stride forward.

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

Dear Walter i write quite often d nt don't i you cant can't complain of my not writing i thought i would

wouldent wouldn't know what to doo do but i got the same old retort that it was me that was stingy with my

common thing to hear if i make any remark that i would like to have any thing why dont i get it with my

and think they expect too much from me i feel pretty well since the weather is cool but i am lame in my

write on a piece of paper loo se from the letter if you say any thing you nt want all to read you got my

Louisa Van Velsor Whitman struck through the phrase "money in the" after the word "my."

I am still about the same as when I last wrote—am no worse, & not much better—though I perceive my general

strength is at least as good as any time since I have been sick—My head still troubles me with pain

thinking that every thing with me might be a great deal worse—I can put up with all but the death of my

mother—that is my great sorrow that sticks—affects me just as much now, or more, than at the time.

cut out the piece below from a Philadelphia paper, thinking it might interest you—As is I sit here in my

all right it has allways always seemed to me since our Son came home that some of us should to you my

hard place indeed you have seen some of the hardship of it perhaps all you wish to see or even hear of my

and stay with me this winter they are with me this winter Joseph is in the lumberwoods this winter my

health is very good iwas I was not well for about one year after my husbands husband's death almost

to see you wemay we may see eachother each other yet sometime if you Canot Cannot read this send you my

My dear friend, I have recd received your postal handshake, and am glad to find that you appreciate my

My second letter naturally turned the tide of contributions in his direction, as I desired, deeming him

You must forgive me for my blunder the price of your books.

living by his pen—and you should certainly never want anything your heart craved; but all I can do in my

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

a heavy cold on the chilly Sound boat in returning from Providence, which increased seriously after my

return, and developed into a bad attack of erysipelas, with which my head and face were well covered

He was so pleased with the epigraph, and so particularly pleased, as it seemed, with my enthusiastic

for Comstock, and shows that he is on the descending plane, down which I hope, and indeed heard, that my

He took my dare beautifully meek, I must say.

Townsend Trowbridge left a deft and important portrait of their relationship in his autobiography, My

In My Own Story Trowbridge relates how he first came across excerpts of Leaves of Grass while staying

accepted me on general principles and has never so far as I know revised his original declaration in my

little scholarship exists which examines Whitman's influence on Trowbridge but surely poems such as "My

My Own Story. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1903. ———. The Poetical Works of John Townsend Trowbridge.

trousers around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists, and go with drivers and boatmen and men

gab and my loitering.

to my barestript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet. (15)

to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.

You my rich blood!

It reads:328 Mickle StreetCamden New Jersey Sept. 13 Evn’gCox’s photos: came today & I have written my

is a head with hat on, the photo marked No 3—the pictures with the children come out first-rate—Give my

mouldering.When a friend asked about the poem, shortly after its publication, Whitman admitted: “That’s me—that’s my

It reads:328 Mickle StreetCamden New Jersey Sept. 13 Evn’gCox’s photos: came today & I have written my

is a head with hat on, the photo marked No 3—the pictures with the children come out first-rate—Give my

mouldering.When a friend asked about the poem, shortly after its publication, Whitman admitted: “That’s me—that’s my

It reads:328 Mickle StreetCamden New Jersey Sept. 13 Evn’gCox’s photos: came today & I have written my

is a head with hat on, the photo marked No 3—the pictures with the children come out first-rate—Give my

mouldering.When a friend asked about the poem, shortly after its publication, Whitman admitted: “That’s me—that’s my

W. reading Record, which he laid down instantly on my entrance. Had gone through the Press.

"Hardly: but I know it—I have sized it up: he has my respect: his erudition is profound.

"I frequently wake up so, but I get my nerve back as the day wears on."

"Yes," he said: "my appetite went back on me—lost its edge."

"I wrote on your account, not my own." I said: "I'd rather never have gone to him."

Sat so for the greater part of my half-hour's stay—closing the window finally himself.

I showed him where he had put it yesterday after my reading.

till I am interfered with—till my freedom is invaded: and what I offer for the individual—to me as a

W. said: "I am glad to hear you say that: it confirms my own theory: I never lived out my idea: I let

Do you understand my bad English?

I think I shall remodel my piece (that I sent Walsh of Lippincott's) and make it into a review of the

Kennett Square, Penna.Nov. 12, 1866.My dear Sir: I send to you by the same mail which takes this note

, a copy of my last poem The Picture of St.

The age is over-squeamish, and, for my part, I prefer the honest nude to the suggestive half-draped.

If I had stopped to dispute with my enemies, even to dally or luxuriate with my friends, the book would

Gave me My Book and I to take over in the morning—that "to be the opening piece."

That's because I don't always agree with my- self about Stedman.

W. jumped on me for my "radical violence."

"He has not sent the poem back—has not answered my note in any way. I do not understand it."

That may be true: I wouldn't go to the stake for my opinion on this subject."

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.

I went the other day by appointment to visit him at his home in Camden, and after my usual quantum of

A few commonplace words and I settled my mind to business.

I project the future—depend on the future for my audience.

I know perfectly well my path is another one. Most of the poets are impersonal; I am personal.

In my poems all revolves around, radiates from, and concentrates in myself.

All I mark as my own, you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me.

I know I am august; I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself, or be understood; I see that the

My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite; I laugh at what you call dissolution; And I know the

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs; On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches

Before I was born out of my mother, generations guided me; My embryo has never been torpid—nothing could

Stopped upon my entrance. Talked freely at once. "What news do you bring?"

Then he questioned me about my "day's doings."

He was on to my point. "Well—he was warmer then than he was later on."

I slept in my boat or under it all the time.

Well—Brinton ought to know: with John and with him on my side I am well defended.

Left word with my father for me to say to W. his feet were too bad for him to try to get to Mickle street

Consults with my father concerning these.

My life from my bed to my chair, from my chair to my bed again, is tedious, but endurable."

With my help W. closed the blinds, shoved the chairs about into position and lighted the gas.

dedicate" my book.

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.

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

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