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My lameness is very bad, and I am very exhausted before many hours pass each day.
My special trouble now is what they call schlerosis —an induration of the lower part of the spinal cord
I have never been troubled with costiveness in all my life, but now, like yourself, I have a partial
paralysis of the bowels, and must, under medical orders, resort to artificial means, and this is my remedy
Camden May 25 My dear friend Yours of 20th recd received —At this present writing I don't think the Tribune
Scribner article a year or two ago the extracted half a column of his condemnatory views & opinions on my
often presents & in all primal poetry & attempt at returning to Creation's birth-innocence—let alone my
technical esthetic & conventional & technical literary points applicable—But you know, dear friend, my
Monday My dear walt i got your letter on saturday Saturday and got those you sent through the week i
better now Jeff left the pills and i think i will take some to night to see if it wont won't break up my
Judith and i get all the papers you send and all the money and it comes very good sometimes i tell you my
dear Walt worry walt about my trouble with nance and georgey it did make me feel bad and sorry for her
this one and what with Plumbers, Carpenters, Chimney-sweeps, painters, and house cleaners I have had my
Eats now, sleep— "have my very bad hours, of course"—but on the whole is "out of danger."
Again: "Beecher once said to me: 'I thank my good fortune that nature almost from the first possessed
but if I had the path to go over again—knowing what I know now—I should put that among the first of my
I said: "That 'sThat's my idea for Leaves of Grass—that 'sthat's the book I mean."
I shall keep my eyes wide open; and the volume with O'C.'
It plainly reached my hands too late for this year.
Well—you told what was true: I wouldn't turn on my heel for it.
I closed my review with a wish that you might try a voyage across the Atlantic.
"The sentence, 'you annex your friends so closely,': that's my guess."
may be a little afraid of some of my friends.
. * "No one will get at my verses who insists upon viewing them as a literary performance, or as aiming
Leaves of Grass has been chiefly the outcropping of my own emotional and other personal nature—an attempt
day, there can be no such thing as a long poem, fascinated him: "The same thought had been haunting my
flashes of lightning, with the emotional depths it sounded and arous'd (of course, I don't mean in my
"I round and finish little, if anything; and could not, consistently with my scheme.
He started it "My dear comrade," and signed himself as having "the ardor of a regular—or irregular—dyed-in-the
Several times my voice almost betrayed me, and W.'
How my heart leaped into every action of others that went to the finer significance of the occasion.
At another time in the midst of things W. himself motioned to me across the hall and put into my hands
Out of all this, how deliberate the process of my content!
would print me correctly—use the right marks—not misrepresent: I hate commas in wrong places: I want my
i's dotted, my t's crossed."
"Here's a slip too: Democracy in Literature: my own: it's yours if you want it: file it away: I have
My dear Walt,I regret to say I was unable to do anything with the proof of Personalism.
He said: "Give my love to your mother." And he picked up a big apple from the table.
I was a good deal uncertain about the title until your unanimous vote removed my uncertainty."
My first experience with that sort of a character was an unfortunate one: it has become a mere memory
a man I think I of all men doubt: a pious, sanctimonious, unctuous, oily individual: his victim was my
—or something or other of that sort—contracted with my father, who was a builder, for the construction
It was a sample case—I could match it with many incidents that have come my way since.
How deliciously like my old friend Henry Peterson is that critical exegesis on your lines!
So it would seem my words were prophetic.
Don't let Scovel print it (as the divvle did my note to him—wasn't I astonished!)
I wonder if my life-saving career draws to an end. March fourth comes near.
I can't put my hands on it just now." Friday, April 13, 1888.
"I have a card from Aggie" (my sister) "on which she announces her marriage." "So, she is married.
Still inquires after my progress with manuscript.
Interested to know of my going to "Richelieu" tonight.
My dear Traubel:Today, I received from W. W. some poems on Old Age, for The Arena.
BakerAlso, serious letter from Bucke:London, 23 Nov 1890 My dear HoraceI have yours of 20 & 21 inst.
At my reminder he gave me the "Good-Bye" for Morse and with it a "sculptor's profile" and a copy, unmounted
"He saw trouble ahead, or possible—my iron hand, my death—that he now sells without contract—don't know
I am finally determined to act upon your counsel (which is my own, too), to put 'A Backward Glance' at
And to set the book now into a shape in which, if my wishes are regarded, it will always remain—marked
, sealed, with my final word, hope."
told me at the door that W. spent a good day, but he shook his head and said: "This has been one of my
Whitman:During my absence your note of the 4th, inst was left here by Mr. Traubel.
S. & act & settle it in my place.
in your first colloquy with the man I venerate so deeply, you should have handed him the reprint of my
This expresses the mere fact, so far as I can read my inner self, though perhaps my own industry in life
But this is not the case with my present subject.
—My subject deserves a very favorable notice.
The further development of these ideas, as soon to be tested, will no doubt confer on my subject the
My subject is a jovial, good humored man (who indeed ever knew a big stout man that wasn’t?
The real aristocrat is not you, but my subject.
They seemed charged with a new beauty and a new meaning addressed to my individual soul; and long did
—After a refreshing night's sleep I awoke to the singing of some sweet little songsters at my window.
I did not see him again for about forty years, when one day he came to my house and asked me,— " 'Do
I believe, too, that I once existed before I lived in my present form, and that I shall again live as
an individual after I have changed my present form."
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
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?
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.
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