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I would not have put it a cent below ten dollars if I had had my way.
W. and Harned both broke in on my reading vigorously.
"When I get out again my first visit will be to that baby."
ideas—break my spirit."
"That's the copy I used to take to the play with me—in my pocket: carried along in my walks: kept with
—that I invited him here, that he was my guest!—the young scamp that he is!
You know, my friends tell me I am very slow to get mad: very slow: I rarely get mad but when I do I'm
"But Mary respected the death-wish: the situation grew worse and worse: I had my carriage then: Bill
I suppose it comes from my being much run down.I am glad you liked the photo.
I have no doubt her article is good, and when I have read it, I mean to write her my thanks.
When my bundle was ready he produced this from the table—pasted it on.
personal affairs—and, as is my habit, made it a sort of combination matter: sent it to Kennedy with
I received Bucke's letter of the 2d to-daytoday, answering my first report of W.'
He pressed my hand gently. "Oh!
My recollection is that I confessed my judgment, and proposed to Mr.
All of us well, especially my two little boys, who enjoy the country life very much.
My dear Mr. Whitman:Please excuse me for not having answered your letter two months ago.
Of my German-English anthology I have no proofs; but my publishers will bring out a new edition (revised
friend—has sworn his big oath in my interest and battled for me without reservation.
"Oh my yes! it tickled him immensely.
It reads:328 Mickle StreetCamden New Jersey Sept. 13 Evn’gCox’s photos: came today & I have written my
is a head with hat on, the photo marked No 3—the pictures with the children come out first-rate—Give my
mouldering.When a friend asked about the poem, shortly after its publication, Whitman admitted: “That’s me—that’s my
It reads:328 Mickle StreetCamden New Jersey Sept. 13 Evn’gCox’s photos: came today & I have written my
is a head with hat on, the photo marked No 3—the pictures with the children come out first-rate—Give my
mouldering.When a friend asked about the poem, shortly after its publication, Whitman admitted: “That’s me—that’s my
It reads:328 Mickle StreetCamden New Jersey Sept. 13 Evn’gCox’s photos: came today & I have written my
is a head with hat on, the photo marked No 3—the pictures with the children come out first-rate—Give my
mouldering.When a friend asked about the poem, shortly after its publication, Whitman admitted: “That’s me—that’s my
You can ask—make inquiries in my name.
The old fellow is not Dutch but Italian—has been there from my boyhood.
Ask her in my name—though I don't know if she ever knew me by name.
Keeps well—sat much as I found him all the time of my stay.
I should without hesitation adopt those words as my own. 'A gassy fizzle!' Yes, surely!
But my confidence and laughter finally got him laughing too.
Which is what my dear parents used to say of our friends, to close criticism.
Perhaps the handle to my name has been against me in America!
It has always been my idea that my proper works are of three periods: 'Leaves of Grass' in one volume
He was struck with it, "I carry the notion favorably in my eye."
Was aroused at my entrance. "Oh! it 'sit's Horace!" How had he been to-daytoday?
is my audience literary, artistic, scientific—to be pleased as such?
I pointed my finger that way. He looked around.
Karl Knortz and his judgment on my translation, which letter I asked him to forward to you.
Take my love to all the boys: the typos: tell them Walt Whitman not only was but is one of them.
"I just started my fire—I am always anxious to know."
I wrote to Bucke this morning on hospital matters, and explained to W. the substance of my note.
As to Harrison's historic position W. said: "Take due note of my prophecy: it will come true."
W. asked for details about my visit to Shillaber with Morse.
On my description W. very readily perceived the differences. At W.'
Was in bathroom on my arrival, but came shortly over into his bedroom.
way across the room to find, then back again to the stairway to send flying down: would not accept my
They call this noise 'patriotism'—a queer patriotism it is, to my mind!"
Before I left he called my attention to a long sad letter from Mrs.
As to my protests that this was a rally on friends, who did not come for analyses but for celebration
W. spied my figure but could not distinguish who it was. "Who is that?"
My eyesight is not much good at such a distance!" Longaker then questioned him about his condition.
"I try to do a little writing and reading: my worst affliction is to have to lie still so much of my
He was in warm mood—held my hand all the time we talked.
He grasped my hand ardently. Does he sometimes think it may be the last?
His mail like my own—scarce. I had no letter concerning W.'
Described to him my talk with Arthur and its result.
Our talk pretty brief though I was there with him for some time—he holding my hand, I his.
Upon my rising to leave, he finally suggested, "Make your contract with Arthur just as if it was for
yourself—I could not make my own ideas clearer by telling you more."
A hint of my own private affection, of indebtedness to O'Connor."
Showed him proof of my matter for Poet-Lore. "You will leave it till morning? Yes, do.
I can then read it at my ease."
He greatly enjoyed my father's big crayon of W., saying of W.'
own view of Hugo "is undoubtedly in great part a reaction from O'Connor's attempt to ram Hugo down my
keep, if not fairly, at least not markedly worse and I hope to find you "right side up with care" on my
But the main thing I want to talk about to you today is my visit yesterday to Lord Tennyson.
a little before 4 P.M. got out, rang the bell—a footman opened the door, I gave him your letter and my
T. is not much for compliments, very blunt and downright—he spoke of you with much good feeling but my
But after all I fear I can give you but a faint notion of the pleasure my visit was to me.
Why do you tremble, and clutch my hand so convul- sively convulsively ?
Aye, this is the ground; My blind eyes, even as I speak, behold it re-peopled from graves; The years
night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing, Silent as a ghost, while they thought they were sure of him, my
him at the river-side, Down by the ferry, lit by torches, hastening the embar- cation embarcation ; My
But when my General pass'd me, As he stood in his boat, and look'd toward the coming sun, I saw something
Why do you tremble, and clutch my hand so convul- sively convulsively ?
Aye, this is the ground; My blind eyes, even as I speak, behold it re-peopled from graves: The years
night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing, Silent as a ghost, while they thought they were sure of him, my
him at the river-side, Down by the ferry, lit by torches, hastening the embar- cation embarcation ; My
But when my General pass'd me, As he stood in his boat, and look'd toward the coming sun, I saw something
Before undertaking to comply with the requisition upon me of this Resolution, which it would be my pleasure
—It will, therefore, be entirely out of my power to furnish any part of this information concerning convictions
information, sought for the means of comparison between the convictions and pardons, & as it is wholly out of my
to the Senate to submit myself to its direction as to whether the partial information which it is in my
On my entrance was reading a newspaper. Started a considerable hunt for a copy of the Transcript.
I, for my part, rejoice in the opposition—in the whole turmoil—it evokes declarations from the other
But this is not my view—not at all.
s credit in the office, and W. said: "I hope my 50-centses and whatnot always go direct to the men?
tonic—I have been taking it—I am sure it contains strychnia: it does me good in general, but affects my
I have had trouble with my hearing for several months past—quite a decided loss of power": which I have
be merely transitory.Last night I had mentioned to W. that the printer wanted a paragraph added to my
I can see the Duchess now as so often in my young days,—thrusting her head in at the flies."
Added, however: "Did I ever quote you my favorite couplet? I've no doubt I have."
something like this— 'Over the past not God himself has power,'For what has been has been, and I have had my
I have no distinct idea at all where my couplet is from—nor of the words of the couplet itself—except
through Gilder's [illegible] that the Century took its great step forward in illustrations: this is my
of the poem—"This print strikes me with envy—I never see anything so good but I am persuaded out of my
Asked me about my father's portrait, whose now complete state I described to him.
It came into my mind I had not written to him for a fortnight, so today I sent off a short message, but
a more rapt auditor and that I weighed every word—with this advantage: that I was here, read it at my
W. said on my entrance: "Someone has been sending me a copy of The Scottish-American in which there is
blustering, swearing creature—going about with a red shirt on—sleeves rolled up—quid of tobacco in my
I for my part have never been deeply convicted on the point of the late poems—never absolutely certain
Gilchrist's solicitude—and she was one of the cutest women ever born, and signal among my friends—; her
Seemed satisfied with my views.
Leaves things in my hands.
of a fortnight ago—brief, beautiful—addressed "Harringford, Freshwater, Isle of Wight" and reading: My
Miss Porter and Miss Clarke promptly acquiesce in my invitation, the former writing me.
"They are poems—that is one of my purposes: to show the universal beat of the poetic.
How clearly I remember my anxiety—to get terms straight, to express the technicality of the trade, then
W. protests, "I am very weak—seem to lose my ambition.
On his bed "often and often," for "it is my only thorough relief."
To my knowledge it is understood by Col. M ULFORD , Major John E.
In my opinion the Secretary has taken and obstinately held a position of cold-blooded policy, (that is
B UTLER , in my opinion, has also incorporated in the question of exchange a needless amount of personal
In my opinion, the anguish and death of these ten to fifteen thousand American young men, with all the
Well I sold my cotton bales. The market . Compelled to sell to get money tax.
Then I can it to my friends—and one's self likes to read a good book over many times—that is if one's
anything, and I always distrusted getting right names from our composite, mongrel population, and also my
published in Blackwood's Magazine —it was copied by an American newspaper which accidentally fell into my
I had provided a big molasses pound cake for supper—but the snow was too hard, & the wind right in my
I spend quite a good deal of time, evenings & Sundays, in the office at my desk, as I can get in the
of law, mostly—but we have five or six hundred miscellaneous works—I have described to you before, my
quite bright & pleasant—I am feeling well as usual—It looks like winter at the far north as I look from my
Mason, who "used to be in my party on the Water Works."
2 O maidens and young men I love, and that love me, What you ask of my days, those the strangest and
without noise, and be of strong heart.) 3 Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my
knee, the wound in the abdo- men abdomen ; These and more I dress with impassive hand—(yet deep in my
a fire, a burning flame.) 5 Thus in silence, in dreams' projections, Returning, resuming, I thread my
O maidens and young men I love, and that love me, What you ask of my days, those the strangest and sud
Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the
knee, the wound in the abdo- men abdomen , These and more I dress with impassive hand—(yet deep in my
Thus in silence, in dream's projections, Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hos- pitals
the court to advance it for argument, & named the first Tuesday in February as the earliest day that my
previous engagments in court would permit of my attention to the argument, and as being probably as
I write this to assure you that if it had been in my power to construe the law so as to give you the
But I feel that such a construction would in effect be an enactment, and therefore beyond my power.
awaiting the action of the Executive upon his sentence,"— and your letter of May 4, 1869, again calling my
the important and difficult questions which may arise upon the case, I think it sufficient to express my
He called my attention to a bunch of wheat-stalks on the table. "A lady brought them in.
It raises my solicitude. As we left he took up a local paper—said he would try to read.
Called my attention to the Century. "Morris has a poemet there," he said. Mrs.
W. thought my suggestion a good one. Saturday, November 30, 1889
Bucke passed my baggage (including books) through customs without investigation. Then away.
I did some writing on the trip down but neither the environment nor my mood encouraged me much.
The piece appears in printed form because I have had it put in type for my own convenience, and to insure
correctness—I forgot to say, above, that I scrupulously reserve the right to print this piece in future in my
I wish she was near Lou and George —I am at times much discouraged and too nervous to wait upon her—my
Mention to George—My anual annual interest 15 dollars only is due in November—I have 10 dollars toward
Dr Lund is attending her steadily; he is a good physician: Asks no fee, but I shall pay him in my way
I have to meet my annual interest next week 15 dollars; that paid I shall have a year before me to housekeeping
My wishes are that this may find you enjoying good health and plenty of kind friends to associate with
close by expecting to have a better opportunity of writing some thing else when you hear from me again My
—Pete there is nothing new in my case, & no prospect more than usual of anything sudden —but it seems
may-be there is something more favorable ahead—I busy myself a little every day writing—I want to fix my
25 Chesham Street S.W 31 January 1881 My good friend, It was a kind thought of yours sending me your
I will not trouble you with more of my views of this subject!
obliged to you for the trouble you have taken, and deeply interested in the book, for which I shall write my
I presume that my name in the book is in the author's handwriting, if so I shall value it the more.
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
struck out half a dozen absurd lines at the end of the Properly speaking, I suppose I ought to retain my
A line has been dropped from my reply to Lanman.
I hope that you will not be offended at the imperfect way in which I have tried to express my faith in
This last pleasure has been denied me; but one of the pleasantest memories of my life is the recollection
June 1891 My dear Walt Whitman, Just a line or two of loving remembrance & good wishes.
—If only I could transfer some of it to my letter & convey the bright sunshine & grateful warmth & balmy
Asylum London Ontario London, 11 Nov 18 90 Yours of 8 th came to hand yesterday while I was giving my
could only let union of this continent I think the (political) future of the world would be assured My
I have been busy with my pen, turning out pot-boilers, nothing else I shall keep an eye out for your
I see nothing in the literary horizon, no coming poet or philosopher My opinion is that life is becoming