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My dear Friend, I send you this comprehensive brevity to tell you how glad I am that you are regaining

They have made my summer glorious. My love of that man is something strong as fate.

Indeed I believe the ties of blood draw me to him & Scotland—my "forbears" being Scotch-Irish (on one

If you would tell Horace to write me your decision on each of these points you would relieve my mind

Dublin Aug 31. 1888 My dear W.

August 31, 1888 My dear Walt: I got your letter of the 6th, a postal card of the 11th, divers newspapers

I have had it on my mind for a month to write, but have had a bad time.

My hope and heart are high for you. If the weather will only let up! Good bye.

thanks—Tho' I don't get worse again I don't improve in strength, vim, &c at all & hardly anticipate—My

Nov: Boughs will be finished—& I shall have a big Vol. of all my stuff one Vol. — Walt Whitman Walt

I am still imprison'd in my sick room, yet sitting up & reading & writing & (in limits) talking & being

worst no prospect of real improvement—I mean in any body or leg strength, wh' is very low indeed—but my

—and at same time a big Vol. (900 pages) comprehending all my stuff—verses & prose—bound in one—Shall

Sunday Evng Sept: 2 '88 Your good letter just rec'd & here I am sending word back—still imprisoned in my

sick room—non-rehabilitated yet but middling well for all that—my booklet November Boughs ab't finish'd

—& a large vol. comprising all my stuff begun —I am here just at sunset—Love to you all old & young—I

little "Old Age's Lambent Peaks" appears in the just out Century —Maurice, I should like you to have my

No 109 North Carolina Av Atlantic City September 3d 1888 My Dear Mr Whitman Frank and I read your "Old

I think you will be interested to know that my cousin, of whom I have made mention to you as being intimate

77 West Brookline Boston Sept 3 1888 My dear loved Poet I greet you with open arms and kiss you lovingly

the three as it gives me your full face—and so good I am going to paint you in oil and in pastel and my

the house where you were born and I hope I may have you as you are in your home at Camden—sometime—my

Yesterday & to-day I am perceptibly better—Cooler & signs of September—Still adhere to my 2d story room

moment—I have somewhere a printed slip of "Old Age's Lambent Peaks" & will yet send it—but I cannot lay my

hand on it this moment—a cloudy rather pleasant day, almost cool—quiet—I reiterate the offer of my mare

(my book). Glad to hear of yr your new books. Am still reading proof.

WS Kennedy I don't see much prospect of my work on you seeing the light soon, But—.

Dear friend I am still here neither worse nor better—but keeping in my sick room & in the big old chair—have

had something to see to in printing my books & it has probably done me more good than harm—& it all

everything—George & Harry, as far as you know—& how are you yourself—I am sitting here alone up in my

room, writing this—Mrs: Davis has been an hour or two ago out to the City Hall to pay my taxes (over

It is that part of my endeavor which has caused the harshest criticism and prevented candid examination

Still I have gone on adding, building up, persevering, so far as I am able to do, in my original intention

"I am not embittered by my lack of success.

My last volume is in response to the interest of my friends abroad."

I fancy Herbert Gilchrist must be with you by this time—give him my kind regards and tell him I hope

Yesterday was my wedding day—we are 23 years married —getting to be quite old folk!

ab't enough for some bills needing payment —O now I feel relieved— Nothing particularly different in my

November Boughs (1888) and Complete Poems & Prose: "I shall look upon them as the crown and summit of all my

poems & prose pieces bit by bit, stealhily stealthily to-day, having the book (disguised by cover) in my

I have begun my Annual Report am going to make it pretty long this year—shall put in a lot about alcohol—results

I shall be kept here pretty steady I guess until I get the Report off my hands, a month from now, after

letter came in the noon mail & I will write a few lines—Glad to hear little Susie is well & send her my

bring the chicken for me—it will be acceptable—Herbert was here this forenoon but did not come up to my

(painting most likely) on the carpet—at any rate I tho't he looks hearty & well—I am still kept in my

I almost doubt if I ever will—weakness extreme—I have sold the mare & phæton—I sold her for a song—my

and one big 900 Vol. to contain all my works—you shall have them, when ready—Harry too—I send my love

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

. & C.W. from you before a very great while—I shall look upon them as the crown and summit of all my

me—raw, wet, cloudy weather here—H Gilchrist came this forenoon to inquire, but did not come up to my

kitchen girl, giving out some bread & meat to the tramp at the gate the other day)—The strength of my

I don't see much prospect of my book on you seeing the light soon" (Feinberg; Horace Traubel, With Walt

summer—the serious attack warded off again—but extreme weakness of legs and body remaining—Keeping me in my

sick room so far—yet my usual mentality & good heart continued— My little new 140 page $1.25 booklet

I am to have all my books printed & bound in one large 900 page Vol. too, ("Walt Whitman Complete") soon

ready—I am sitting in my room writing this, body almost paralyzed— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Karl

Camden NJ—US America Sept: 13 '88 Still kept in my sick room & the summer season is ab't over.

My little 140 page November Boughs & the big 900 page Vol. Complete are nearly done.

Whitman's housekeeper, took care of both Harry and Warren after the death of their father, the sea captain

I am still kept in my sick room, (but no worse)—My book printing goes on smoothly—My "Notes," such as

they are, on E[lias] H[icks] among the rest—the bunch of golden rods on my table as I write— Walt Whitman

Sir Today I was coming to Camden full of hope that I might see you but I have not enough money to pay my

Yes—you are good—may I come to see you when my ship returns in about a month?

I hope— Will you accept my "Minutiæ." Will you— if you are able —write to me.

ONTARIO London, Ont., 17 Sept 188 8 Your letter of 10th with enclosures came during my absence in Sarnia

As soon as you know the publisher's name & city tell me then I can tell my English bookseller to look

Camden Wednesday P M Sept: 19 '88 Still here in my sick room.

surviving yet & in good spirits (sort) after the past nearly four months—Am still imprison'd here in my

sick room, unable to move around or get out at all—but have my brain power as before & right arm volition

several condensed in one —this is now going through the presses—your bust of me still holds out fully in my

I am trying to get on with my annual report but it moves slowly—however I have time and I shall no doubt

Sept: 19 '88 "The same subject continued" was the heading of the old chapters' novelists, this is ab't my

I hope so—I hear from Dr B[ucke] —& friends here come in a good deal—meantime I am anchor'd here in my

I am struggling with my report and getting on slowly—it will be much longer than usual—a lot about alcohol

Mr Whitman — Although a stranger to you I wish to say through the medium of my pen that I have become

Gurd (and my boys) home this evening—guess we shall be able to move ahead with meter now.

Camden Saturday noon Sept. 22 '88 Still here in my big chair in the sick room yet—a coolish wave to-day

him as of old—he thinks himself it affects his literary power, (style, even matter)—Horace told him my

binder this evening—Shall not feel out of the woods & all safe, until I see the October Century , with my

roots" for the meter (slang from N Y vagabonds, for favorable prophecy)—It gets cooler & I have donn'd my

In his journal he wrote of their farewell: "He presses my hand long and tenderly; we kiss and part, probably

It has been my effort not to grow querulous in my old age, but to have more faith and gayety of heart

Several of the poems I wrote there if left out of my works would be like losing an eye.

Sometimes I think my Western experiences a force behind my life work.

I think it due to the fact that my work was divided equally among both opposing forces and my poetic

I think I combine that with the spiritualistic inseparately in my books and theories.

The Herald, New York, Sept 23, 188 8 My Dear Whitman: How can I tell whether this brings pleasant or

ONTARIO London, Ont., 24 Sept 188 8 We are having a devil of a time so don't be uneasy if my letters

Meanwhile I ought to be writing my annual report—the meter too is likely to call on me for some attention

My Dear Walt Whitman: May I hope that you are better than the papers say?

I hear in the hall outside my door the steady tramp and chatter of some dozens of men and women.

all well and hearty, Mrs B. took all the children to the fair yesterday, they had quite a time—for my

I note all you say about my "W.W" Your wishes will be religiously respected I did think of considerable

I shall have to get at my lectures on "mental diseases" for the students at medical college here as soon

Whitman, Thy welcome card came just as we were leaving London last week, after a very sad week with my

I am using these days of leisure to mature a scheme of education for Ray, & enlarge my list of books

Pray give my love to him & say I am expecting a letter saying when I may write to him. Herbert P.

My answer to it has crossed the letter enclosing yours.

For myself, after some five years work on a book concerning my own especial art, I am now waiting the

up yet, but as far as I am concerned I like it first rate have a good hard coal fire in the grate in my

My annual report is nearly all in rough draft and some of it copied out—it will be considerably longer

Wednesday Evn'g Oct: 3 '88 The doctor was here this afternoon & speaks encouragingly but I still keep in my

sick room—My books are thro' the electrotyper & printer & are now in the binder —Soon as ready I shall

Camden NJ America Thursday Evn'g Oct 4 '88— Still keeping my sick room but fair spirits & no worse—great

Camden Thursday Evn'g Oct: 4 '88 Still here in my sick room—everything much the same—Book printing &c