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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
then: "Well—do so then: and I will come down when I am ready—and shall not hurry—shall quietly finish my
tell an Englishman in his talk—but lately one or two instances have come up which completely stagger my
But he did not despair of America: "There were years in my life—years there in New York—when I wondered
Worth my while to look up?"
—and assenting with a "do—be sure to do it then" when I suggested bringing my own paper down.
My mail contains letter from Bucke, 17th, which anticipates an early end for W.: 17 March 1892My dear
"So you did—he is in the next room"—at which she called my name and I responded.
He repeated the sentence after me, "Will give me 25 books—five for my own use, 20 for my friends?
Wd. you give him my love & reverence, if manageable.At the crisis of his recent illness I was of course
And again, "On my right side I choke. One way or another I suffer all the time."
W. said, "The thing appears to have been in today's Press—I sent my copy to Bucke.
If you can get occasion, I wish you would thank Walsh for me—tell him of my gratitude.
W. remarked, "It arouses all my dormant desires. What a treat to go over!
I expressed to W. my doubts about naming the magazines which had rejected him (in a note entitled "Two
Laughingly: "I even dictated to the Truth fellows the date on which to print my piece, but they took
Yet in my heart I do feel some fear that his forebodings are not unreasonable.
My determination invincible.
He grasped my hand and held it, saying, "I am glad to have it again: it carries me into my right humor
My New Ideal piece out. Had no copy with me. Have sent copies to Ingersoll and Baker.
Thought my souvenir would be "thoroughly unique: I almost enviges you!"
O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice, O harvest of my lands—O boundless summer growths,
you dread accruing army, O you regiments so piteous, with your mortal diarrhoea, with your fever, O my
Nor do I forget you Departed, Nor in winter or summer my lost ones, But most in the open air as now when
my soul is rapt and at peace, like pleasing phantoms, Your memories rising glide silently by me. 6 I
All till'd and untill'd fields expand before me, I see the true arenas of my race, or first or last,
O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice, O harvest of my lands—O boundless summer growths,
you dread accruing army, O you regiments so piteous, with your mortal diarrhoea, with your fever, O my
Nor do I forget you Departed, Nor in winter or summer my lost ones, But most in the open air as now when
my soul is rapt and at peace, like pleasing phantoms, Your memories rising glide silently by me. 6 I
All till'd and untill'd fields expand before me, I see the true arenas of my race, or first or last,
"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.'
Sir: After my letter of yesterday, relative to the case of United States, vs .
The circumstances which I mentioned in my former letter on this subject, however, render it practically
Letcher, came to my hands only this morning, in consequence of my absence from the city.
that he will be in attendance at the Court in Richmond, prepared to make the arrangement suggested in my
The term commences on Monday, the 23d inst., I learn, and not the 25th as has heretofore been my impression
rendered in relation to the title of League Island, sent to me in your letter of the 5th ultimo for my
opinion as to the reasonableness of the charge; and to say that in my opinion Fifteen hundred dollars
Sir: On my return from the south, I find your official and unofficial letters of Sept. 13, 1871, which
on the 18th of that month were answered by the Solicitor General, reserving a final answer until my
In my judgement, the judicial force of the United States can be advantageously increased in the South
I am not quite certain whether a recommendation on the subject would be proper in my official report,
Called my attention to a score or so of prints, [illegible] heads from Appleton's Cyclopedia of American
He spoke of the photograph on the mantel as that "of one of my London Socialistic friends—admirers."
all—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, Me, wherever my
AS they draw to a close, Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them, Of the seed I have
in them, Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them, (For them, for them have I lived, in them my
AS they draw to a close, Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them, Of the seed I have
in them, Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them, (For them, for them have I lived, in them my
My dear Linton; I want you to have printed very nicely for me 1000 impressions of the cut, my head, to
Wall Street Oct 20, 90 My dear Whitman, I recd the printed speech, proposed—think it too short.
reckoning in a little room" — You must take good care of yourself—get in good trim physically, so that my
stupid, dont want to think or talk these times—shall emerge soon, & then define what I spoke of in my
last card—Do not come on personally as that would not facilitate—My Specimen Days in America (no "Collect
burg Oct. 22 1864 Dear friend walt I arrived home the 18 I had to stop over my on account of Sheridan
to late now & I did not hear of it in time there is considerable excitement here about the election. my
Dear Sir It is my birthday and I am so grateful to you for the comradeship of Leaves of Grass that I
My mother and sisters have just reached New York The girls are quite young and going to give Recitations
Whitman, Though I had to leave my place of country sojourn yesterday before hearing from you.
I shall take my chance of finding you at home early on Sunday afternoon—say about 3 o'clock—unless I
London Ontario Canada June 17 '80 My dear Reid Herewith find a letter for the paper.
—& having a good time—fine country, many fine people here—I go all about leisurely but this will be my
June 11, 1886 My dear Walt Whitman: Some weeks after I had made my last remittance to you I received
have satisfied myself that no copy was delivered here—had such been the case it would have come under my
notice—I therefore sent your order to Mr Gray and have received from him a copy for which you have my
return'd as your note seems to involve) —but I know I had a good time in the Times —& heartily send my
best respects & love to the boys one & all now there—I send my last photo: Tack it up if you like on
May 27th 1863 Walt Whitman My Dear Friend Enclosed I send you ten dollars.
This is my contribution $5. per month, and is for the months of April and May.
I should have replied immediately but for expecting my own picture from Boston a copy of which I have
My love to Mrs Benedict! Yours Sincerely Marie Blood.
My dear Walt Whitman I send you on behalf of Trübner & Co a draft for $14.43 for 39 copies of "Democratic
I remain my dear Walt Yours Sincerely Josiah Child Josiah Child to Walt Whitman, 20 October 1888
I have a great deal of pain in my head yet—no let up.
Farewell my loving son, till next time. Walt. I send a small bundle of papers.
If it doesn't come with this it will be because of my being compelled to go down to Washington as a witness
If by reason of my absence it should be overlooked, pray remind me of it.
Walt Whitman Esteemed Sir, Will you permit me to offer you, as emphasizing my appreciation of the melodies
its every drop distills something of the warm appreciation your exceptional creations have kindled in my
16 '81 Dear Sirs I have been down in the Jersey woods the last ten days—just returned —have finished my
be new or substantially new long primer —I sent on the proof page for a little change, last night on my
Nothing of any acc't in my condition or affairs—the grip has seized me ag'n—headache & sore throat—still
I sit up, eat my meals & get out in wheel chair —Look at the magazine Universal Review 15th Feb. 1890
I also enclose a slip better describing "the situation", (which I wish my friends to bear in mind more
Hope I may yet meet you personally—& your brother, (whom I have heard of lately by my friend John Burroughs
328 Mickle street Camden New Jersey U S America March 20 1886 My dear Ernest Rhys Thank you for the little
the same as of late years—Keep up pretty good spirits & buoyancy—that makes the best of it all—Give my
Mickle Street n'r Delaware river Camden New Jersey U S America Dec: 26 '90 — Herewith are copies of my
5 pound postal order—shall send a letter to you by mail also at once in duplicate of this—mean time my
and I thought it my Duty to answer it soo soon as possible.
the Compliment hopping hoping that this Letter will find you in the Best of spirits and helth health my
Thanks for your letter, statement of acc't. account , of my books Leaves of Grass &c. which have just
Forty One Dollars, fifty-four cents, on acc't of sales of my books, in 1873.
431 Stevens street Camden Nov 21 My dear Herbert I had a safe little jaunt home yesterday afternoon —
Upon talking more fully with my sister about the colored woman Rosy, I am convinced she would not do
If there is I will do it if it is in my power.
My Wife is quite sick and has been for the past two weeks. The Children are all well as usual.
Camden NJ U S America Sept: 8 '90 Y'r kind letter rec'd & I have enc'd it in my letter to Dr Bucke to–day—I
continue well as usual of late—had melon & rye bread for my breakfast—fair appetite—have just written
or different with me—am pretty well & writing—get out doors & down to river side almost daily—make my
(I dont like that Illustrated News one—it looks a little foxy ) —I send my love, remembrance &c to Dr
My dear friends, John R. & Rebecca B.
I wonder if you either of you have any idea how the otherwise monotony of my Camden existence has been
. 1 DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night, The sad voice of Death—the call of my
alarm'd, uncertain, The Sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, Come tell me where I am speeding—tell me my
all—aplomb in the midst of irrational things, Imbued as they—passive, receptive, silent as they, Finding my
of any farm- life farm-life of These States, or of the coast, or the lakes, or Kanada, Me, wherever my
Took the Carlyle book from my hands—looked at picture of Mrs. C.
"I don't know what from, but my head was struck by a strange qualmishness.
My dear sir:Please accept my lasting acknowledgements for the copy of November Boughs so kindly sent
I sought only through Tom Harned a line from your hand to place in my copy of Leaves of Grass.
If you ever come my way I know a place hard by where a bottle of the reddest Burgundy may be found that
today, that last night you brought me palpable evidence of the book's completion—that I held it in my
For my own part, I would not rise out of my chair here to go into the fight—to cast a vote."
and having my "yes"—he quizzed, "What is it all about? What is it all for?"
Took an absorbed interest in my account of Clifford's noble speech—its unwelcome—its courage.
After awhile noticing my interest, he asked: "You find it attractive, do you?