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John Burroughs to–day— Mother dear, as soon as I hear from you, I will write more particular about my

Mother, I shall probably send the order in my next.

friends so closely, that your health & strength becomes part of theirs— I send you the Academy with my

I closed my review with a wish that you might try a voyage across the Atlantic.

August 29 . 75 My dear son, Your letter came all right last Monday, & the papers.

needn't mind the other Sunday papers—I send you Harper's magazine for September—I am still holding my

book sent March 24 Swanpool Falmouth Cornwall England— March•9•1891• Dear Sir My friend Mr Gleeson White

, (who called on you in November), I think mentioned my name to you as one fond of reading your books

My dear Mr.

year the weather being really too hot in the middle of the day I will not make this letter any longer my

My best respects to Mr and Mrs.

Currie — My love to you Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Edward Whitman, 28 November 1890

movement yesterday—Horace here evn'g—Stoddart will publish the report with some short cutting—Made my

omnibus driver NY chum—F'm 25 to 45 I c'd hop on & get up front a stage while going a good trot—also put my

Walt Whitman Your "Leaves of Grass," has just been placed in my hands.

things, say so; if not, let it " werk " as the little boy said, but I warn you that, Sans-Culottism to my

June 28th [1864] Dear Walt It was my purpose to write to you while home, but ill health prevented me

from fulfilling half my plans.

Whitman papers sent July 25 I thank you heartily for my share in your Custer poem, which I have just

My address is now 506 Euclid Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio, and I would be very much obliged if you would spend

Camden Saturday Afternoon July 21 '88 Rather easier to-day—am writing a little & at my proofs (the little

new book "Nov: Boughs" )—have just rec'd three letters, one from my English friend Ernest Rhys, friend

London Feb 10—84 Dr Dear Old Friend: Am quite well with the exception of the abcess on my neck, it has

Most of my friends appear to have forgotten me or think me of too little importance to drop a line.

burr-r-r over the Delaware—the sun is pouring down almost hotly out (O that I could be out & move in it) & my

in W[ashington] may-be unconscious,—may-be passing from life—meanwhile—thought o'ertoppling all else—my

29 '90 Nothing very new—Am pretty well but have the grip again & sore throat & swell'd head—but ate my

you one of these times soon—have just heard from Dr B[ucke], all well—I am sitting here as usual in my

new with me—a dark sulky day outside, cold yet not quite cold enough to freeze—no visitors—have had my

thro' a snow storm) just before sunset—So you see I do get around some—(when I am helped—not much of my

you can particularly the adverse ones —You do not say anything about sending copies as I asked you in my

I take it for granted meantime that you will attend to this—and also that you will have balance of my

—I am middling well—the trouble in my eyesight (& very annoying it was to my anchor'd condition) seems

18 91 Beemer is away on holidays, Barber sick in bed—Ross and I have to get along best we can—I gave my

You may judge that I have no idle time on my hands. I have your cards of 18 th & 20 —thanks!

Without any thing very definite at this moment, my idea is of a poem, fitting in not unappropriately

All the pay I would want would be enough to pay my expenses, transportation &c., probably between 30

fine sunny day here & I am feeling fairly—have just had a good stout currying & kneading & it fits my

W's MS— Evn'g —Am sitting here alone by oak fire—went out in the wheel chair & enjoy'd it—sales of my

It was there that I hastened to seek my old friend Walt Whitman on the first morning after my arrival

when the federal troops occupied the village of Falmouth on the Rappahannock river, the house owned by my

father, where my early life was passed, was used as a hospital, and it was in that house that Walt began

On the day after my call, Walt came to see and dine with me, and I had many hours' conversation with

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

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

Come nigh to me limber-hip'd man and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my side till I lean as high

Fill me with albescent honey . . . . bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard . . rub to my

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creas'd and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum; And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

pickets, Come here, she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, lim-ber-hipp'dlimber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?

2 For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful

O my breast aches with tender love for all!

12 See, my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter,

18 I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores

COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols?

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful

O my breast aches with tender love for all!

See my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter, Ages

I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores

This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there. 3 Features of my

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

near the garden pickets, Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, And I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear

she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, limber-hipp'd man, and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee, An unceasing death-bell tolls there. 3 Features of my

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

near the garden pickets, Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols?

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful

O my breast aches with tender love for all!

See my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter, Ages

I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creas'd and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum; And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not; I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

pickets, Come here, she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, lim-ber-hipp'dlimber-hipp'd man, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?

2 For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful

O my breast aches with tender love for all!

12 See, my children, resolute children, By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter,

18 I too with my soul and body, We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, Through these shores

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation

what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the

she blushingly cries—Come nigh to me, limber-hipp'd man, and give me your finger and thumb, Stand at my

upon you, Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my

In the summer of '80, my oldest son (of this, my second wife,) being then a well-grown, strong, and healthy

Since that young man was taking a law advantage of myself and other creditors of my dead son, after he

My kin, always recognized as of superior honesty, have shown themselves in all this matter immeasurably

My kin are much allied with those bad people by marriages.

some of those battles—I get thinking about it sometimes, & it works upon me so I have to stop & turn my

get them—I sent them & another paper to George—Mother, you none of you ever mention whether you get my

would take away your appetite I know—Mother, I have some idea Han is getting some better, it is only my

idea somehow—I hope it is so from the bottom of my heart—did you hear from Mary's Fanny since?

them, for grandmother will perhaps leave them to you in her will, if you behave like a lady—Matty, my

$5 from Mr Lane had miscarried—this morning when I came down to Major Hapgood's office I found it on my

Mother, what to do about Andrew I hardly know—as it is I feel about as much pity for you as I do for my

cheerfully I would give them, whether they availed any thing for Andrew or not—yet I have long made up my

all do what we can for Andrew—Mother, I think I must try to come home for a month—I have not given up my

Well, dear mother, I must close—I am first rate in health, so much better than a month & two mo's ago—my

ought to be," but attributed the condition to his mother's frugality: "I have not the least doubt in my

Chicago Dear Walt,— The old war refrain—"All's quiet on the Potomac" —seems to have a new rendering in my

thought as I go about my daily work: "All silent in Camden."

with me an hour or so, and, on departing, asked permission to write a paragraph for the journal about my

But he made the worst mess about the Holmes talk, & my contempt for facts .

Is Mrs Davis still with you—Give her my best regards.

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

located, but the passages alluded to, including the "old varmint" story, appear in a similar form in "My

series of poets was last year begun by Walter Scott the publisher under the occasional editorship of my

and in their list a month or two after my arrival in London as a student of life & letters this year,

I saw rather to my astonishment your name amid the rest, & feeling that in some ways I had a special

As for my own share, all I really care about is to procure a serviceable popular edition, giving all

I feel very much inclined to say a great deal more about my hopes and ideals, but to-night perhaps it

'82 29 Lange Strasse Dresden Tuesday Feb 14 My dear Whitman So you have had a visit from the Aesthete

I enclose herewith a page of my translation of the Leaves of Grass—you needn't save it as I don't want

Well, if I was to unburden all my mind on this weary subject I should go on till—till things got better

My wife knows them well too.

York has given very high praise to my Encheiridion.

up this way are very modest so I got off quite an Elaborate elaborate address in which I expressed my

Phellow fellow Phelinx to the best of my abilities & wished the cause of Temperance Everlasting progress

interrupted with "hear" "hear" and any amount of cheering & in the midst of the cheering I brought my

I am still improving in health getting more blooming Every day Day people who saw me on my way here &

you will know it Just to see if you will recognize the Boy who left Washington some time ago got over my

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).