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If I am so fortunate as to regain my health I hope to weaken the force of that statement, at least in

sofar as my talent & training will permit.

My artistic enthusiasm was never so thoroughly stirred up as by the indians They certainly have more

13 April 1867 April 13th My dear Walt it is saturday Saturday afternoon and martha is gone away and hattie

the bustle I have lived in the country so long it seemed quite strange i suppose Walt you have got my

waiting to take the letter i am about the same some days i feel very well then again i feel quite spry my

have the breeze through—I can have what I wish in the grub line—have plenty of good strawberries—& my

much change so far—but I feel comparatively comfortable since I have been here—& better satisfied — My

a bad spell—have distress in the head at times, but keep up a good heart—or at any rate try to—Give my

little plus)— I went down last month to spend a while with the Staffords at their new farm, but I miss'd my

& heaped just now, as I have been down stairs to see what the post man left me— I am sitting up in my

miss them)— I am busy a little leisurely writing—think of printing soon a smallish 100 page book of my

Whitman's own experiences during this visit to the front.The soldier's epitaph—"Bold, cautious, true, and my

The latent meaning submerged within "my loving comrade" as the antithesis of "true," in other words,

"My book and the war are one," Whitman would assert in "To Thee Old Cause" (1871); in "Toilsome" that

the cars on the great Plains on the eastern frontiers of Colorado Well Lou Dear, I suppose you got my

in the cars writing this, (have a leaf-table before me to write on) 1 p m flying along, I can p with my

help her—two beautiful little children—she is groaning as I write— Denver Colorado Evening I finish my

quite good spells—but am not feeling well just now—have got over to the office, & am now sitting at my

hear of many cases, some good, some unfavorable— As to myself, I do not lose faith for a moment, in my

—I am feeling better—my head is some easier—Love to you, dear mama, & all— Walt.

S.W. 15 June 1880 My dear Friend You see I venture to salute you, & to write to you in the same strain

His son, & my son-in-law, Lionel Tennyson, lives in London for some ten months out of the twelve, at

She is re-editing the Life of Blake, & I have a few of his letters, & she has been once or twice in my

Monday p m All ab't about the same with me—I took dinner with the Scovel family Sunday & a ride with my

W W My Dear Friend: I get a few good letters on my little essay on the poets.

and then in the silence, Alone I had thought—yet soon a silent troop gathers around me, Some walk by my

side, and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck, They, the spirits of friends, dead or alive—thicker

lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pulled off a live-oak in Florida

W. said: "My day was bad but I came up smiling this evening."

My only thought has been, how could a man in West's position write so insipid, so stupid, a letter?

I remember: I had Bonsall tell me about it and was very strong in my denunciation of it at the time."

I waited for more but that was all he said—except that, seeing inquiry on my face, he concluded: "Not

get on my feet again."

"No—none at all: my only trouble was, that I insisted on eating supper after I got home: this was superfluous

I should announce that all I have to say I have said in my books, which anybody may buy for himself;"

My sister Agnes had sent him down some roses, which we arranged in a glass on the table, where Mrs.

At my age and in my state of health I can only enclose a slight token of goodwill, with the wish that

family knows or cares anything about my literary work, fame—none of them: it might just as well not

"My body is a splendid barometer." Gave him today's Herald containing the Sheridan piece.

I never wrote one, never even got it laid out, but never forgot my intention.

of my book?

I always decided against it—always came round to one conclusion—always planted my heel on the temptation

"I see what it all means—it is in accord with my own experience with me: a man of heart often suffers

Gave me a letter for Kennedy to mail on my way home.

Traubel:Pardon my long delay. How the time flies!

For if there's anything I pride myself on, it's my toleration, hospitality.

My feelings never hard, though frank and clear, I hope, at all times.

That has always been my impression." He referred to the Holmes' Atlantic Monthly piece.

W. advised him, "I want you to go see my friend J.

My dear Traubel:I received, and read with great pleasure, your tribute to Walt Whitman, to be published

And the reply came—'Inasmuch as ye have done it to the least of these—my children, O my children!

And to Harned, "I think my difference with Bob would be this—that is, be in my assertion that back of

My surprise is, that a man like Huxley—superb in every way, making a mere noise of Gladstone—should ever

My main point has been, to get it out. It seems a part of the explication of 'Leaves of Grass.'

Yes, I read your paragraph—it is just—I endorse it—it is my view, too.

And I often think I second that—answer it in my own heart."

Give her my dear love —tell her I had it here at my supper—that it was my sweetest morsel—that it was

But when I insisted that it would he added, "Well, you have my warm espousal.

services to your country & to humanity—in your book (just completed) and in your life:—greater, in my

photos. & saw my name in the article.

your achievement & welcome your good work to these shores.In a letter acknowledging the receipt of my

s on my way home. Left him North American Review containing Bob's article, "Is Vice Triumphant?"

He could not come up to my father's house. Could we all come to him?

My book claims no merit save that of sincerity.

way of hearty appreciation of the new thought it might have gone much further and still come within my

Give Walt my love & remembrances. I trust your marriage will bring you much happiness.

Give my love to the wife.

It would not have been my explication—no, not at all.

Years ago, when I used to hit a key on my old typewriter, I could follow and even explain the mechanical

Now, when I hit a key on my computer keyboard, my knowledge of the process that makes a letter appear

on my screen is hazy, to say the least, not to mention the process that transfers it to paper.

How this sentence I'm now writing gets preserved on my USB stick and in what form is a mystery to me.

If my rhetoric is, as Freedman suggests, "utopian," my experience in working on the archive is anything

Osler made light of my condition.

I am as the boys say 'an old rat' and must be left to die in my own way."

I shook my head over the reply.

I don't agree with him but I let every fellow have his day, then have my own opinion anyhow.

I always trust my own feelings: they don't delude me."

LOVER divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God.

O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my God.

All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.

arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs

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

LOVER divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God.

O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my God.

All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.

arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs

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

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Thought [Of closing up my songs by these]

Sir: I am sorry to say that it hardly seems to me to belong to my official duty to attempt an answer

you find in the Territory—but fear that it is hardly practicable to remedy it by the transmission of my

Tenn. dated the 8th inst. in relation to his claim for bounty, with your endorsement thereon, asking my

I hope, therefore, that you will excuse me from undertaking a service beyond my official duty.

After my distinct personal announcement to you that such delinquencies must not be repeated, this conduct

to take this step until the present moment, in the hope that your course would enable me to gratify my

Upon a careful consideration of this opinion, I adhere to the position expressed in my letter to you

course by which it can be set at rest, & this is, by instituting prosecution, as I have advised in my

Johnstons (in 10th street)—his jewelry store is at 150 Bowery, cor Broome—call & see him—quite a lull in my

book selling, & in my affairs, & literary doings, generally— W W The following are responsible for particular

A-1127 328 Mickle Street Camden Dec. 14 '84 My dear friend Upon the whole I shall have to beg off from

Give my friendliest greetings & wishes to Miss Terry & Mr Irving—Should they, or either, feel any day—say

My vacation is nearly done, & in four or five days more I shall be back in Washington.

here in Providence—I have been with him a good deal—he is not very well, but goes around—Will finish my

Feby 9th 92 My dear Whitman— I am going away to-day—first to Buffalo—then Cleveland—then Chicago—Cincinnati—and

I think of you hundreds of times a day and you are in my heart always.

by it badly—feel it to-day worse than yet—have had a few mouthfuls of dinner, & am sitting here in my

your letter & O'C[onnor]'s to you —H[erbert] G[ilchrist] is here painting, & Morse sculping—I enclose my

I go straight to my subject. Do not call me an autograph fiend.

your leisure, write me out on good paper, one side only, so that I may frame it with your portrait for my

My eye is now under battery treatment (assault-and-battery treatment, you would think to look at it!)

and just as soon as I can recover my sight a little better, I will plunge into the volume, which now

I have had quite a spell of it—been in bed and in my room since 10 th say 17. days—a long sick spell

My work has fallen behind at the office (tho Beemer has done first rate while I was sick) shall have

had time to rite to you untill now & I have not got much time now the toe is most all healed up but my

foot is swelled so that I can not get my boot on it swelled from walking from the depot out her but

But I must tell you the news which is the cause of my writing For, this bright beautiful day gave birth

I am still engaged in perfecting my invention by repeated experiments.

C Studio 21 Pearl St Sept. 8. 91 My dearly esteemed Brother and most reliable Friend— Han rec' d your

Heyde Have paid my taxes, this year—an assessment for water pipe of 15 dollars is yet unpaid.

Nov. 24, 1891 My Dear Whitman: I take the liberty of sending you a barrel of potatoes and some cider,

it seeming to be the best way I know of expressing my feelings these Thanksgiving times, although in

I am writing in my office. I can just see to write without the gas and that is all.

Nearly every one at my house is more or less sick—some of them pretty bad (but nothing dangerous so far

I feel, however, unable to withhold my tribute–feeble as it is and I can only pray you to forgive my

U S A Down here again spending a few days—nothing very different—pretty much the same story of all my

Philadelphia to-day for store goods—Do you know of David Bogue, bookseller, Trafalgar Sq: Square who publishes my

Rudolf Schmidt, Dear Sir & Friend, Your magazine with the article on my book has safely reached me—&

I will write to you thence more fully, & hope to continue having letters from you—My address will be

I send you a paper same mail with this, containing a little piece that describes my case.

I have not forgotten you, my loving soldier boy, & never shall. Walt Whitman 322 Stevens st.

My dear friend, I write mainly to see whether I have got the right address—to find whether this reaches

My health has been good—& I have got through the hot weather all right—It is a long while since I have

sister —think ab't about it all—very quiet here the last two days—few visitors & then I send excuses—eat my

meals fairly—just had a good little broil'd broiled mutton chop for my supper (Still eat no dinner)—

WASHINGTON, D.C., Mch March 25 18 80 Walt Whitman Esq Esquire My Dear Sir: For years I have been your

I have taken the liberty to send you three small volumes of my own You may not agree with me.

AS I PONDER'D IN SILENCE. 1 AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering

then I answer'd, I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my

with me, I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has be- come become not yours only, nor left my

body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,

My opinion that the book is a success (in the most important requisites) is to-day more decided than

Did you see my article in Critic of Nov. 24?