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I was out in my chair yesterday—Warrie took me and we went up towards the city hall.

W. said: "It is so, too: the real doctor, the genuine scientist—he is my man—he every time.

"Still I am not mad at him only, but fond of him too—and my sneaking notion is, to go there again."

As to the pocket edition: "I stick to my liking.

sent up to Tom some scraps, debris, quite a bundle for his Philadelphia lawyer-friend"—and noticing my

My mail brought me intelligence from Burroughs of the "publisherial" fate of his late writing on W.:

My love to Walt.

"Good night," I said, "Good night," and he pressed my hand and replied with his own "Good night!

My many exuberant letters of forenoon already knocked off their feet.

It is hardly fair to use these strong words but there are no others to express my meaning.

At the worst, or best, give him the assurance of my warmest love, comradeship, honor.

I have been counting more upon visiting him, & upon reading to him some of my lecture-work, than upon

any other feature of my trip to Phila. next month.

I put my disengaged hand in my pocket and drew them forth. "Could you hear them?"

"Then it is time for my medicine." Took it. Hiccough continues.7.45 Turned on right side.

I entered the room with the big envelopes under my arm.

And with my big envelopes along, too!"

I swung my hand across the big face of the envelope, "There is a chance for you to spread out a big Walt

And he questioned me frankly for the bases of my high estimate.

thinks of W.I like Stoddart's idea of a Whitman no. and hope he will carry it out—Would he care for my

Called my attention to a couple of transposed lines in the Lippincott's galley proof—prose.

He spoke of my cold hand, "You don't know how grateful it is to me: an immediate flavor of out-of-doors

You have touched upon the subject nearest & dearest to my heart.This idea of having William's descriptions

, so I get my sister to make the copy of the letter.If the story comes out in April & May, it will soon

Give him my love. & thank you, too, for the papers.I am glad Walt is so well & able to do his literary

And I told you what his vague answer was—that my four lines had appeared—that I came out there in company

with all my friends—Chamberlain, Boyle O'Reilly—naming others.

I send money to some poor friends—relatives, some of them—my sister, others—but, as I have told you,

I hate the whole thing more and more: the older I get, the fuller my conviction.

W. every day asks me about my copy of the Atlantic.

To my return that "the doctor seems to expect his recovery," he said, "Good! Good!

Meter matters take a lot of my time and all looks well in that direction tho' I doubt much whether I

shall accomplish any thing very definite during my present stay here.

Give 'em my realest, substantiallest, thanks.

Good-By my Fancy Walt Whitman (David McKay, Philadelphia).

Sir: Referring to my letter of the 3rd instant, enclosing a telegram from the United States Marshal for

were obstructed on the occasion mentioned, which give full particulars of the occurrences mentioned in my

Sir: I have the honor to enclose to you a copy of a letter from my assistant at the Court of Claims,

interests of the Government to incur the small expense suggested in the letter.— There is no fund under my

Sir: On account of my sickness and absence, your letters of September 19th and September 22d instants

to breaches of the Neutrality Laws of the United States, near Brownsville, in Texas, never came to my

You will carry with you my best wishes for your success in life, and my thanks for the efficiency with

Sir: In answer to your letter of the 5th instant, I have to say that I am daily at my office and receive

Yet such is the pressure on my time from the multitude of visitors at this season, and other causes,

He laughed over it very much, but said, "My answer to it would be my answer to the telegraph boy—there

After the dazzle of Day After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark dark night shows to my eyes the

stars; After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart my soul, moves

In a the garden, the world, I, a new Adam, again wander, Curious, here behold my resurrection after ages

is wondrous—I am myself most wondrous, The All is I have con I exist, I peer and penetrate still, By my

good-will & good luck to you, dear friends both—Nothing very new or different with me—I have just finished my

& blessings — I am writing for pub'n a little still—have had a bad spell last week & before—one of my

invitation to write an article on Longfellow for the World —but I shall have to decline—I cannot get my

forthcoming number of the N A North American Review for February, in which I have ventilated some of my

It is firstrate I did make that condition in my letters to Gardner —i.e. that my corrections on proofs

Received from Thomas Donaldson Ten Dollars for books— Walt Whitman Dear TD I am here imprison'd yet in my

I have a copy of my big 900 Vol.

April 10, 12 M Dear Pete, 74 Nothing very new or different in my condition, or any thing else—have hardly

Not much of a letter this time, my loving boy—as I dont don't seem to be able to write much—though, as

morning—thanks—Nothing very new with me—I continue well—have had the best summer for several years—My

I think Mrs Stafford is only middling—(I havn't haven't been at White Horse now for a fortnight) —My

My dear friend, Your contribution of $20 for the soldiers in hospital, sick or wounded, has been received

I wish you health, my friend, in body & in spirit. Farewell.

Troy March 7th 65 Your last letter from Washington in the paper lying on my lap—Your book in the hands

of my friend Lucy who sits there by the window reading it in the morning sunshine.

328 Mickle St Camden June 9 '85 Dear Harry & Dear Eva I am still badly lamed by my turned ankle of six

venture—all right—But think twice about the monthly periodical project— Nothing specially new with me—I like my

Ye Painte Shoppe, 1833 Spruce Street Philadelphia My Dear Mr.

Whitman, My small colored boy is the bearer of a note to Mr.

328 Mickle street Camden June 16 '86 My dear friend Enclosed I send my piece in Thorndike Rice's just

But a few moments ago in an unknown country paper a paragraph with a "fling" at your poetry attracted my

undefined purpose of assuring you of the love and reverence in which you are held by thousands, I took up my

Jan 26/92 For Mr Walt Whitman My father thanks you cordially for yr new edition of 'Leaves of Grass'—

With my greetings for the New Year.

about 1 Dec '68 My dear walter Walter i have just got your letter with the order and am much Obliged

pain and nerviousness nervousness i wish i could be with her but it is impossible at present as i have my

I should accept with thanks from your hands any contribution from my Irish friends (Prof.

Yes, I should like to see the article in the Quarterly My late bad spell of sickness seems to have passed

My Dear Friend, I think I have all of your books (2 or 3 Editions of some) except the last, —specified

in my former note, —which alone I intended to ask for.

Dear Sir, Please accept my enclosed check for one hundred dollars.

I am your debtor for the pleasure I derived from reading your poems, last month, on my return voyage

My friend Years have gone past since I have seen that face of my friend dear Walt. Whitman.

day—feels Spring—but I am suffering from the grip —it has caught me at last—am sitting here alone in my

how—it is pretty heavy here crippled here this way, week after week)—write a little—expect to speak my

My Complete Works , ab't 900 pp Vol: will be put to press nearly contemporaneously with the Nov.

recover strength or personal activity or any thing of that sort, the least particle—I have not left my

to substitute the services of the bearer Walter Godey , in the office, for the present, instead of my

I would ask you to put him at my desk and give him a trial—on some letters first, before giving him the

last year—good spirits (sort o') but physically disabled almost utterly—Fine sunny days I get out in my

wheel chair for an hour or two—generally however am anchored here in my big ratan chair with the wolf-skin

rheumatism (or neuralgia)—I count on its soon passing over, & leaving me about the same possession of my

—I have just got a letter from Johnston, the jeweler, asking me to come on to his house, & make it my

here—still just holding on—sometimes (perhaps a quarter of the time) tolerably fair—the rest, by the skin of my

My new edition 2 Vols Volumes is out & bound, & pictured & autographed .

O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! O ample and grand Presidentiads! New history!

(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men- aces menaces me—it will not support me;) O present!

Camden New Jersey March 27 p m My dear friend I could not conveniently come to the West Phil: Depot—I

nice dinner party, all men, artists, &c, Horace Furness, (a good fellow)—his brother Frank, architect —my

editor, would, (I quote,) like to keep & use an original three-page poem sent him from me, but demurs to my

I repeat that I distinctly reserve the right of printing the piece in a future edition of my poems.

adverse.Got up heavily, I helping him: stood there with his blue gown on, tall, massive: turned back my

my boy!

I could get about on my feet then: I don't know if I did not head the march."

been in my mind, although I have lost time in sending you an answer to your letter.

And so, having written my article I have drawn back, and don't now return again and again to V.

the check matter had turned out and he at once answered: "They report against me in the bank: it was my

believed that the check came, was endorsed, banked, never acknowledged—since then totally wiped out of my

I hardly know myself: I know I get my pay for it, and that is the chief thing as matters go now!"

, W. retorting: "Never mind, the expression on my face atones for all that is lacking in his.

hands—some of the funds of the department at my disposal—urging me to investigate, report.

I am very warmly disposed towards the South: I must admit that my instinct of friendship towards the

What you tell me goes to confirm my old faith in the masses.

He says: "My head must be much better: otherwise the clatter would have worried me."

I found a copy of The Esoteric under my feet. He regarded me with amused eyes.

publish his book, I will strive to refurbish my contribution and make it better.Dr.

The time has not yet come for me to bear my testimony to Walt Whitman.

At the door he turned to me—"Where are my wild flowers, Horace?"

On the way to the door again, Ingersoll put his hand on my shoulder.

I cannot see without my glasses."

My efforts had all been to get the diners there—all else admirably took care of itself.

People criticised my article for its applause—it was "too strong."

Said he: "The older I grow, the broader, deeper, larger that word Solidarity is impressed on my convictions—Solidarity

My niece had written in the course of a note to my sister, "There is a nasty dirty polecat prowling around

W. laughed uproariously over my recital of this. "It's too good to keep!"

that I could get out, that I could practically demonstrate my admiration, my applause!

"That was my own feeling: I wondered if he had anything to say.

And not, besides, be square with my known principles, for, as with Emerson, I claim Shakespeare for the

I will expose you by the exactness of my portrait!

That was one of my pleasures in George Kennan's articles in the Century: when he struck a bad [hard?]

That seemed especially made for my benefit!

I remember my Washington experience: here were lives just wavering in the balance—life on that side,

—especially the actors, in which I flatter myself—tickle my egotism—by assuming I have quite a clientage

Referred to "The Canadian preacher who set out to make me define—was bound to make me define my attitude

For instance, I doze—that has lately been my recourse—not to sleep, no—to doze—to lay on my back.

by his determination that I should discuss with him the other literary fellows— cèlébres—deliver him my

Johnston & Co.17 Union Square, New YorkAug. 4 1891Dear TraubelI enclose my check for $5.00.Isn't it terrible

I went to Leadville in '79, carried $38,000 worth diamonds and left my revolver in the hands of the makers