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"I suppose it is: do you notice it in my voice?

And he swelt upon the joy of those early days in his own life "when stage-people were my daily bread"

I am not up to exertion nowadays: what I do I must do at my ease—not with bonds upon me."

If my own work tallies with less than this, it fails of the hope I set for it."

Asked me with a smile, "Did you get my proof?"

And to my yes, went on in a way to show he was nettled that things proceed so slow.

I put your copy in my piece to save trouble." Must look it up.

I shall get another copy as soon as I can get out—being for the moment housed—and shall then eat my cake

I received the following from Ingersoll this morning: 400 Fifth AvenueApr 25th 1891.My dear Traubel:I

yet—consequently I add nothing to the "Spirituality", and I think of correcting nothing, except a word.Accept my

Whitman my sincerest regards—or I might say, love.I hope that as the sunshine comes, he will grow better

"Well, give him my love—love for what he writes, love for him in his sickness!"

My dear walt Walt its another monday Monday morning and edd Edd and me is alone george George has gone

i have been better of the rheumatism this winter untill until a week or so ago i got quite lame in my

knees so i could hardly get down stairs but i think i took cold going out to the privy getting my feet

hardly realize she is gone as her picture hangs here and looks so much like life it brings the tears to my

My Dearest Friend: Lazy me, that have been thinking letters to you instead of writing them!

But they do: I am as sure of that as of my own existence. When will men begin to understand them?

of the sea and I seem to remember such a place near Lynn Regis, where I was thirty years ago, when my

My little book on Mary Lamb just out—will send you a copy in a day or two.

ferry boats & enjoy the beautiful broad river & the sky & the throngs of people as of old—you are in my

—I cannot help grieving over public affairs too—never in my lifetime has old England been in such a bad

I could not get my article into any of the magazines I most wished.

was interested also in a little paragraph I found about Pullman town, near Chicago, which confirmed my

My dear Walt: I duly got your letter of May 5th and was very glad to hear from you.

Part of it is about my coming upon the Times —a sort of hankering treatment of the subject, but no offer

, which of course he couldn't well make, not knowing exactly how useful or available my talent would

Give my loving remembrance to all, especially your mother.

reading it—suddenly remembered your birthday—that it was past & I had not written one word—not just put my

I was then (when I should have written—middle of May just preparing & starting on my journey to the north—first

I enjoyed everything—the being with Norah (who is like one of my own) & the dearest jolliest little man

wonderful colours & sweet odors of the sea—everything is best except the keenness of the wind which made my

DRUM-TAPS. 1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my

O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!

for our pre- lude prelude , songs of soldiers,) How Manhattan drum-taps led. 2 Forty years had I in my

FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How

O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!

Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading; Forty years as a pageant—till unawares, the Lady

I were nothing, From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men, From my

at random, Renascent with grossest Nature or among animals, Of that, of them and what goes with them my

The oath of the inseparableness of two together, of the woman that loves me and whom I love more than my

the right person not near, From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers through my

FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she

O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!

Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading, Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady

I were nothing, From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men, From my

at random, Renascent with grossest Nature or among animals, Of that, of them and what goes with them my

The oath of the inseparableness of two together, of the woman that loves me and whom I love more than my

the right person not near, From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers through my

FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she

O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!

Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading, Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady

In my interview with a gentleman connected with the New York Times, I gave an outline of my observations

Whether his version of my conversation was accurate in all other particulars, I cannot at this moment

My dear sir,I fear that the Passage to India is a poem too long and too abstract for the hasty and the

My dear Whitman,The Voice of the Rain does not tempt me, and I return it herewith with thanks.Yours ever

My dear Sir:I greatly regret being unable to avail myself of the Poems November Boughs which you so kindly

"I expect to get there; but there are 9 days yet, and I am not prepared to say I may not get one of my

He not only tells me to "keep the Thoreau book—it is yours," but, today—on my commenting upon a big 1871

portrait on the table, said—"I have not many but you must take that one," signing my name to it at the

"I am improved, I think—so to call it—but my improvements as a rule are not very radical."

when I was a young man—I knew a man in New York named Holt: a curious, interesting man who excited my

He had come from Cold Spring, Long Island—where, by the way, my mother might be said to have come from

Wished my revisions tomorrow. Promised. Explained this to W.

Further: "Then all my letters—notes—have gone to no purpose!

When I came in W. was working on a sketch of "Good-Bye My Fancy!"—laying it out.

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate

What is nearest and commonest and nearest and cheapest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances,

myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to receive my

Brooklyn 8 July 1868 July th 8th My dear Walt i have received your letter to day wensday Wednesday dident

any change in your place but we must take things as they come no more this time walter Walter dear) my

hand is letter lame that the letter is wrote quite bad give my love to an mrs Mrs. oconor O'Connor and

Walt Whitman was proud of Dutch ancestry on his mother's side: "I may say I revel, even gloat, over my

It tickles my diaphragm to see you run huge subsoil prairie plough so deep down under the feet of the

My heart, at least, swells with gladness & pride on account of honors this winter.

I can't for my poor self at any rate.

Jim is dissatisfied unless I write pretty often, whether there is any thing to write about or not—My

to heal so that he can sit up, & then gradually move about, & so in due time be able to travel— So, my

friend, farewell for present, & I pray that God may be with you, & though we are strangers I send my

21 April 1873 monday Monday My ever dear walt Walt i thought i would write to you to day as i dident

the best and the largest sometime i feel bad enoughf enough if i was younger i should show some of my

getting along if you think you cant can't get a house for us to live in worry about me i shall live my

words "dignity" and "now" Louisa Van Velsor Whitman canceled the phrase "it would bee all good to have my

I am so grateful to thee for seeing him—I suppose it was my letter he presented?

He has been a very intimate friend of my husband's since their College days, but I do not know him very

I have an accumulation of 20 letters to write today—so I must make my first one short.

will write you a few lines as I sit here, on a clump of sand by the sea shore—having some paper in my

splendid swim & souse in the surf—the waves are slowly rolling in, with a hoarse roar that is music to my

send it, as I can get along otherwise — I am doing very well, both in health & business prospects here—my

I send you my love—& to Charley the same—Mention how Charley's young one is getting along— I will now

bid you good bye for this time, my loving friend, & God bless you, dear comrade, & keep you all right

I will write a line to No. 6, & will speak to the other boys in my next.

will get the money to morrow) i am pretty smart i am troubled at times with a dissiness dizziness in my

get 8 dollar per day but its put the house question down i have got a letter from han i told you in my

box was sent i would let her know so the day before the box went i got lou to write a few lines as my

feel in health these days, dear mother—I hope you are well & in good heart yet—I remain pretty well, my

saw him this morning—I am still around among wounded same, but will not make you feel blue by filling my

neglected again to send him word—I have not heard from home now in some days—I am going to put up a lot of my

My dear Walt Whitman, The good ship 'Crystal' landed me safe at Leith a fortnight & more ago, after a

From the Castle, which overlooks the whole place, I had an inspiring vision of the past on my first afternoon

than usually unwell, but Walter Scott's people tell me that they have had better news, which relieves my

12 Well Road Jan January 29, '82 1882 My Dearest Friend: Your letter to Herby was a real talk with you

As I write this I am sitting to Herby for my portrait again—he has never satisfied himself yet: but this

that what with memory & photograph & the studies he made when with you, he will be able to put you & my

My Dearest Friend: I hope you are enjoying this splendid, sunshiny weather as much as we are—the atmosphere

experience he thinks very highly, to study in Duron's Studio in Paris for a year, that I have made up my

mind to go back, for a time at any rate, this summer; but I shall leave my furniture here, and the question

Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my

My Dearest Friend: The days are slipping away so pleasantly here that weeks are gone before I know it

Never in my life have I enjoyed outdoor pleasures more—I hardly think, so much—enhanced as they are by

A long letter from my sister in England tells me Per. looks well and happy & is so proud of his little

appreciated by me—I am also very much pleased to have the photo, both to tell me how you look now and for my

Now my dear Walt I don't want to hurry you or worry you but now that you have L. & of G. and S.D. both

any less desirable—I hope S.D. will sell and that Rees Welsh & Co. will feel disposed to take hold of my

My dear friend: I have been thinking very often of you lately, and wishing that something might be done

Lovering, the Member of Congress from my district, 6 th Massachusetts, and influential member of committee

This one is devoted to some of your poems and is partly written by me, partly by my friend W. Q.

Walt you see I aint got my furlough yet.

or in a case of life and death or something of that sort, so I dont know but they will jew me out of my

down here and see a feller, and if I do go home you must come as soon as I get back,  I shall have my

15 March 1869 My dear Walt dont don't be frightened at getting this unseasonable letter there is nothing

well as usual i hope this will find you over your trouble with the distress in your head) the cause of my

while) says this building without money is a bad business i suppose walter Walter dea dear you got my

In his February 2–8, 1869 letter to Louisa Van Velsor Whitman, Walt Whitman wrote of "severe cold in my

Gais, Switzerland June 13 1875 My dear Sir I was very much delighted some weeks ago to receive a copy

Time does not diminish my reverential admiration for your work, nor do the unintelligent remarks of the

My permanent address is: Clifton Hill House Clifton, Bristol.

and other imaginary trobles troubles , or as I once heard a young Baptist deacon Say—"I won't have my

my dear friend, there is no investment that will pay like this. Do you See it?

In looking over if find I have rather neglected female young America in my Asylum remarks; Altho' she

My dear old Walt For the last 3 weeks I have been upon the point of penning you a little description

of a little town I and my sister have just taken down in Devon & Somerset.

—it was a shingly coast at low water, so I went in, in a pair of old boots to protect my feet from the

Brooklyn 27 April 1867 saturday Saturday 2 oclock o'clock my dear Walt i have just receeved received

your letter with 1 dollar in it the rain perhaps deterd deterred my getting it earlyer earlier but i

lik like a foun tain so yesterday they stopped it george was mud from head to foot) walter dea r give my

morning—have something of the kind pretty often—Still it seems certain I am improving, generally,—& that my

rec'd a letter from Chas Eldridge—& another from Walter Godey, the young man who is working for me as my

to-day—nothing particular—send the Herald Did I tell you that a doctor I have talked with here says my

the warmth of a loving heart and universal charity so beautifully expressed —that which leans towards my

ask if he got the pretty little printed articles of a Georgia Poet Fruit -Growing which I sent him in my

trouble or spells of unhappiness we are a discordant household , and will (of course) say it is not my

London Ontario Canada July 13 p m My dear friends all I am still laid up here quite sick —last week has

been about the same as the previous one with me—I am up & drest, but dont go out—the weather is in my

beautiful with hay & wheat—they are just now in the height of harvest for both, & I watch them from my

breeze—I am pretty comfortable while I sit quietly & dawdle over papers &c. as the last three hours—but my

purpose—or write— Two letters rec'd from you to day—Mrs Harned sent me a first rate broiled chicken for my

letters from friends of long ago—have just answered to an old N Y Broadway driver—also just a word to my

but laggard & a dull headache most of the time—partial bowel action this forenoon—I don't get out of my

the sash a little open'd—very moderate— Sunday noon Nov: 4 —Bright, sunny, quiet day—am feeling ab't my

for a better season, or put it aside altogether—I suppose Edward Wilkins will be here to-morrow—Mr M, my

worst of the weakness, caving-in & head inertia—but I feel it, the dose, for an hour after taking in my

both—his is one of those college pessimistic dudes Europe (& America too) sends out I am sitting here in my

I have offered & agreed to return her $5.00—one of Wm's subscriptions, thinking one of my books w d be

over here)—very hot indeed here the last four days, & continues still—I am standing it well—I take my

meals at Mrs Wroth's & find it a very good place—it was a good move, my going there—Mrs W is very kind—Tip

afraid something was the matter with him— I am busy five or six hours yet every day with the copy of my

havn't haven't heard from you all now in a fortnight— I came on yesterday from Boston —As I told you in my

last every thing went on there satisfactory —& my treatment from Osgood has been of the best—the prospect

contains only some MSS and stuff—also there may come a roll of printed matter for me, to be put up in my

are both very helpful to me—one comes day time, & one evening—I had a good night's sleep last night—My

mind is just as clear as ever—& has been all the time—(I have not been at all down hearted either)—(My

it—I shall be getting well soon—am on a fair way to it now— latest ½ past 4 I have just set up & had my