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I thought to send him a copy of my last book."

I want you to send him my love for that letter when you write."

And, "I wish I could go with you: it would stretch my old legs!"

I live my days through here—get nowhere (to the washroom, nowhere else).

And when I spoke of dreamless nights my own, W. exclaimed, "How grand! It is a report, the best!

"There are several I particularly wish to send—to my folks and one or two others."

Thought my book a fraud, thought me a fraud—as, no doubt, I am."

It came close to my own way of thinking.

My friend Collins has had another letter from Mr. W. C.

It would give distinction to my gathering. Is this too big an order?"

I go to Philadelphia and to my desk with a heavy heart.

My dear Traubel:I am more pained than I can express to see, by the morning papers, that dear, good, great

My hope is that the reports are exaggerated, but I fear the worst.

After my own tussle with the Angel, however, I am constrained to send a message of Life and Hope.

We regard Bob's telegram as an acceptance—a response to my morning's telegraphic message.

I reached forth my hand and literally, by a great effort, lifted him. What was new?

Yes, it is audacious—that's my word—and I have a curious story to tell you about that.

She was the screamer, moaner, who had alarmed me on my entrance some days ago and of whom Mrs.

—exactly my word!" Further, "This is an artist's picture—an artist's picture in the best sense.

My name has no place there—it is not my book—I have nothing to do with it.

But I held my own.

shakes in himself but because he has done some honor to his office—has done his best: not your best or my

My sister Agnes remarked: "The drives are certainly doing you good—you show it." He assented.

I forgive everybody: I am in a good mood for gentle things: the beautiful day, my hearty reception here

Give him my love: describe the last hour here at Harned's—the talk, the good feed, the good drink; say

Tuesday, March 29, 1892Hunted about some for New York Herald—going to ferry—getting my mail on the way

My engagement with Bucke had been that we meet there and commence at once to box up the papers.

on Wednesday, having a duty to perform in Baltimore, I send by express to you to-night a big wreath—my

Responses to my telegrams come.

Could not deliver my telegram. And this message made me very happy: "I will come. Wrote you today.

s room with a big bundle under my arm. Ten of the books ready—had got them from Oldach.

W. exclaimed, seeing me enter loaded, "Here is my book at last! Into harbor at the end of day!

things to say further of George Eliot and George Sand, W. remarked, "If it did not seem like treason to my

Leaves of Grass—or most of us—and it keeps just the same as ever or improves, like good wine.Give my

It would have proved me a fool—a fool in my old age, after the war and the toil and the saving.

My surprise is, that they should have been willing to devote so much space to it.

It is quite in the nature of my own ideas on that subject.

You may say so, and I will give you a subject—of course, having some little time to make up my mind."

appreciation of Baker's generosity and sympathy, adding, "I am just putting the finishing touches on my

Both my friend then and Whitman now (particularly the latter) laughing at this sally.

I left Chadwick's (manuscript) reply to my "spirituality" paragraph in last Conservator.

And I can say amen to all that, too, it is my sentiment—just as you say it—and as you say it, it is conclusive

I say, go on—buffet it how you will: your buffet, your challenge, has my respect."

Says he "realized the weight of my argument against the extraneous matter" in "Good-Bye My Fancy"—but

for—but haven't the least remembrance of the other, at least, that is as I see it now, though I know my

I kept pegging away at my work—writing, reading, getting ready for the dinner. To W.'

And shortly down he came, Warren leading him, I ahead—he taking my hand from time to time.

Black (short-hander) who took my cues from time to time—eating meanwhile—his book on his knee, unseen

(Just before coming down W. said, "Have my glass filled, Horace—do not delay.

Longaker said, "I will make my little speech to you tomorrow."

Lane and Probasco, a pretty plain schedule of the manner of my outlays of the sums sent by them to the

Nothing definite appears to-day about the status or movements of the Army of the Potomac, but my guess

one of the putty nosed scoundrel's temporary fits of ugliness, but a deliberate thing meant for good, my

About my own concerns here—I must tell you dear brother, my general idea was, (and is) to make application

, one letter to Seward, and one to Chase, which I hope, (and though I have well learnt not to count my

disagreeable item in it, relating to the pub'n of y'r book, has been already written to you ab't by R—My

—I expect to go on to New York to speak my "Death of Lincoln" piece, Thursday afternoon next—Probably

the shake up will do me good—I drove over last evening to spend a couple of hours with my friends Mr

to be borne in mind,(& warmly borne in mind) by a few dear NY friends—Sunny & summery weather here & my

Vistas completed in turn, my cup will be overflowing indeed.

Sir: I have the honor herewith to transmit my opinion as to the proper course to be taken in reference

Tapara, which you have brought to my notice since that opinion was prepared, does not seem to me to authorize

the matter of the Government subsidy to the Union Pacific Railroad in a few days, as I have formed my

In the meantime, the result to which I have come enables me to say that, in my opinion, the conditions

Commissioner in Michigan, which you referred to me, and which bears the endorsement of my clerk.

My department has no control or supervision of the Commissioners, who are officers appointed by the Courts

all cases been obliged to decline approving said accounts; and must therefore in your case adhere to my

I must therefore decline to give you account of my official sanction. Very respectfully, A. T.

"No," he said to my question, "I have not read it all—it is solid reading"—his tone implying "too solid

I had my much-marked pocket copy of Leaves of Grass with me.

levee in life,— After death Now when I am looked back upon, I will I hold levee, after death, I lean on my

left elbow—I take ten thousand lovers, one after another, by my right hand.— I have all lives, all effects

jibs appear in the offing—steamers with pennants of smoke— and under the noonday forenoon sun Where my

Where my gaze as now sweeps ocean river and bay.

or a girl with me, I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has 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,

Then my realities, What else is so real as mine?

done and gone, we remain, There is no final reliance but upon us, Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my

leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss, And brought it away—and I have placed it in sight in my

room, It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends, (For I believe lately I think of little

or a girl with me, I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has 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,

New Jersey Sept 21 st Dear Walt: I am down here for a week or two, under the direction of my Dr, taking

Now mainly what I write for is this, to ask you to come up & be my guest for a week.

My Dear Sir: I read in the papers that you are sick and in want in your old age. Now Mr.

You have always been my favorite poet, and I think it a shame that you should be left in need.

been real pleasant—I have been out most of the time—It is now between 4 and 5—I am writing this up in my

room home—am going out, & over to New York this evening—nothing special to write about— Pete, my darling

the way things work on the road—It wont won't be very long, now before I shall be back with you—Give my

Nash—tell Wash Milburne I wish him success in the "graduate of Pharmacy" line, & every thing else— give him my

skeleton, faculties good, but voice only a low whisper—I returned last night, after midnight —Well bub, my

time here is short—I have had a good quiet visit—the best in some respects yet—& I feel satisfied —My

am so much afraid you have been worried about me I hope not—for I care as much about your health as my

How is Eddy I send ever & ever so muc much love to you my dear and to all Han Hannah Whitman Heyde to

In these days of your sickness my thoughts and sympathy are with you.

Please pardon the familiar manner of my writing, this letter is just for you alone and is from the heart

Distance prevents me from putting my hand in yours in person.

Whitman, I know will receive with kindly heart my sincere greeting.

August 1891 My dear Walt Whitman, I can only write a line or two tonight—of loving remembrance & good

A P.C. from you arrived at Johnston's on Saturday, but it was sent on to him without my seeing it.

Camden Jan: 8 night '91 Am sitting here in my den, & will write a line—Much the same as usual comfortable—good

received some reprints f'm from last photo portrait & will soon send you one— Jan: 10 A M—have had my

relative of yours and daughter of Elizabeth Burroughs nee Wheeler, I guess you will pardon the liberty my

you would come and make us a visit you when in Woodside some. by sending love of the united family My

not finding me at McKay's come right over here, as it is only 20 minutes to get here, & the cars pass my

door—look'd for you all the afternoon—the sorest pinch is I feel now it is all my bungling fault.

It shall have a place of honor on my walls at home where you are read and loved.

I should not want to leave to my children the name of a Stevens or a Marston .

Lines written by the deceased, months previous to his death: “Weep not for me, my Charlotte dear, for

I am better off; For I am sure you knew my sufferings here, and what a dreadful cough; But God has taken

I shall print my College Poem in a small book—it will be small—& is intended as the beginning of a larger

for me—I am writing this in the house in Portland av—we are having a showery afternoon— —Good bye, my

of the Metropolitan Police, No. 300 Mulberry Street, N EW Y ORK, Dec 6th, 186 7 Friend Wat Walt At my

I could tell you a long story of my actions, for the relief and assistance of our Soldiers and their

Sir, Having added the Editorship of this Magazine to my duties on the Pall Mall Gazette my thoughts at

My Dear, "Good, Gray Poet.

I thank you, my dear sir, for your remembrance, and shall cherish it as long as I shall live.

6 th 21 1880 My Dear Walt: I send you my political letter from the Post — Tell me how you like it Johnson

6 March [18]91 Yours of 28 th ult and 1 st inst reached me day before yesterday as I was on my way to

out there much. [—] I hope now not to be so crowded and to have more time to write and keep track of my

My work is well known in England & I possess the highest possible testimonials regarding it from Cardinal

Yours Raymond Blathwayt I might add that Lord Tennyson lives in the parish in the I. of Wight of which my

last night we got payed off and to day it is rainey and wet so it quite uncomfortable you must excuse my

have been moving about so I aint had time well no more this time pleas answer this soon as you can my

I was so much obliged to you for your good letter about my sister & all, & your kind invitation to my

of "the young men referred to," because I spoke mainly of a class, or rather of a leaven & spirit— —My

My permanent address is 431 Stevens street Camden, New Jersey—shall return there about Nov 15— Walt Whitman

My father & mother is still living in Bridgeville But myself & my little Family live near the capital

My dear Friend: Since our conversation this morning it seems to me that there is a desire to get the

I feel the matter so deeply that I have put my thoughts on paper, and now enclose them.

Camden New Jersey U S America May 22 1890 My dear Forman Y'r good letter with the £5 has reached me,

temporarily—is well—shall probably get out this fine afternoon in wheel-chair —have kind attention—I send you my