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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

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

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

I have an article A Memorandum at a Venture 5 or 6 pages signed by my name in the forthcoming June number

although hastily written & eligible to great additions, I consider a sort of rallying point or key note to my

some proof copies, & will send you two or three soon as I get them—(It is a paid for contribution, 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

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

I have met Fields—his wife particularly was, is, my friend—Anne Fields.

He responded: "And that is a great deal my own feeling—is to be considered—considered carefully.

My disposition towards it now is, to say—if he uses it, well; if not, well again.

suppose I can have proof, so that when the matter comes up that way I can suggest changes—in fact, put my

So I read, he intent upon my word and my face, as I saw in several times looking up.

Ed carried the bust there from Harned's, and my father superintended the job. W. "Glad it is done."

My stay but brief. Ed reported W. as "quite bad" today.

So I rely upon a good account from you to make up for my loss."

And then he added to my remonstrance that the picture did not satisfy me—"I am not always sure but you

Then, however: "And yet my friend Arnold would say to all this: You would not talk so if you were a reader

W. saw my sister's inquiring look and knew what it meant.

I have my doubts!" I had with me a copy of the Moss process engraving catalogue.

He asked to "step in upon Melville Phillips" some day at my leisure.

"Ask him about my proofs—why I have had none.

I described how in my boyhood I had used to watch the pump-maker outside Camden—a Mr.

"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!"

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

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

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

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

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

My position in reference to the case, as having been consulted in it in my private professional capacity

Attorney for the District of Georgia, by my predecessor, directing him to dismiss all suits and proceedings

undetermined, under the Acts mentioned, I see no reason to doubt that they are embraced by the instructions of my

Senate Sir: In answer to your letter of the 20th inst. requesting my opinion upon the question whether

have the honor to say that the law prescribing the duties of the Attorney General, as expounded by my

ago covered into the Treasury, under subsequent legislation—and is now, therefore, entirely beyond my

see pp. 718 734 ante legality of the claim, (as I am not, however strongly it may address itself to my

92My dear Traubel,I am sorry that I could not be with you and the other friends again this evening: My

wife was quite miserable when I returned from my engagement and I felt I could not leave her.

s again on my way home.

"I know a place there—the Aldine Cottage: several of my nieces stayed there a season: it is good—I know

Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior—I will tell you what to say of me; Publish my

name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom

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

I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior—I will tell you what to say of me; Publish my

name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom

I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I will tell you what to say of me, Publish my

name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend the lover's portrait, of whom

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

Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

Softly I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel it, I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half-

Far back, related on my mother's side, Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died: (Had been a sailor

destination"—these the last words— when Jenny came, he sat there dead, Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my

I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I will tell you what to say of me, Publish my

name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover, The friend the lover's portrait, of whom

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

Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with iron, or my ankles with iron?

Softly I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel it, I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half-

the title of a Book, the title or description of which is in the following words, to wit: GOOD-BYE MY

work, books especially, has pass'd; and waiting till fully after that, I have given (pages 423-438) my

Aug 20, 1875 Aug 16 th 1875 Dear Uncle Walt I received your Postal Card. but I was away to work when my

will say that we are well as common I am going to California in November if the Lord will permit that my

. & I will bring out my book on you sometime , perhaps sooner than we any of us know. I wrote fr.

London Canada, to Fred k Wilson, peremptorily ordering him to return my MS to me.