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In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, Whitman famously wrote, "I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and

loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass" ( Leaves of Grass [Brooklyn: n.p., 1855]

In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, Whitman famously wrote, "I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and

loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass" (Leaves of Grass [Brooklyn: n.p., 1855],

expression changed, and his face greeted ours with an arch confiding smile, as much as to say "I know, my

account of a wondrous and important discovery, a treatise upon which would fill up the principal part of my

Some years ago, when my judgement was in the bud, I thought riches were very desirable things.

But I have altered my mind. Light has flowed in upon me. I am not quite so green as I was.

Compare to, "I loafe and invite my soul,/ I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer

eagerly scanned to discover the object of my labours.

, and brighter, and more precious than earthly jewels; but in vain, for it eluded my sight.

which had been showered upon my mind. * * * * * * * The agitation of my thoughts, however, broke my slumbers

I slowly wended my way homeward, my soul improved in knowledge, and determined to treasure during life

.; Compare to, "I loafe and invite my soul,/ I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of

From my very soul, I look with sorrow on the pitiable and black souled malice which actuates such men

Wisdom mentioned by Whitman is Captain William A.

Wisdom mentioned by Whitman is Captain William A.

see also a letter Whitman writes to his niece, Jessie Louisa Whitman, on March 6, 1887: "Well I had my

see also a letter Whitman writes to his niece, Jessie Louisa Whitman, on March 6, 1887: "Well I had my

I ask for their decipherment from a learned person in my neighborhood.

first edition of Leaves of Grass thirteen years later, where he famously writes, "I loaf and invite my

soul, / I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass," and later asking his

first edition of Leaves of Grass thirteen years later, where he famously writes, "I loaf and invite my

soul, / I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass," and later asking his

little son, Prince Arthur, who was taken prisoner by his usurping uncle: "Grief fills the room up of my

had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.— I will not keep this form upon my

head, When there is such disorder in my wit.

My boy, my Arthur, my fair son!

My life, my joy, my food, my all in the world, My widow–comfort, and my sorrow's cure!"

journal of James Brooke, Esq., of Sarawack, (now agent for the British government in Borneo.) by Captain

Burke, Chatham, Adam Clarke, Lord Clive, Captain Cook, Fox, Franklin, Warren Hastings, Bishop Heber,

The Captain's Daughter.

This naval Captain has not been identified.

.; This naval Captain has not been identified.; Our transcription is based on a digital image of a microfilm

The following officers were then unanimously elected for the ensuing year: Captain —WILLIAM H.

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

I found he wanted to go part of the road in my direction, so we walked on together.

My boy was with the former, stepping along with the rest. There were several other boys no older.

were all of pleasant, even handsome physiognomy; no refinement, nor blanched with intellect, but as my

Began my visits (Dec. 21, 1862,) among the camp hospitals in Army of the Potomac, under Gen.

, but space forbids my transcribing them.

He said: "It is my chief reliance." He talked of death, and said he did not fear it.

my life and occupation more than I can tell.

Independent Missionary, in my own style, and not as agent of any commission.

Upon a few of these hospitals I have been almost daily calling as a missionary, on my own account, for

On recurring to my note-book, I am puzzled which cases to select to illustrate the average of these young

I would offer, as an illustration of my meaning, that, in times of peace, a slightly greater ratio of

We are soon to see a thing accomplished here which I have often exercised my mind about, namely, the

Not at all, to my eye.

many respects of our constructive nation and age, and even so poetical, that I have even balanced in my

When a train comes to a bad spot in the road this Captain reins in his horse and stands there till they

I find this everywhere, and very pleasing to my sight.

If in his barouche, I can see from my window he does not alight, but sits in the vehicle, and Mr.

"Shining Shores," also called "My Days are Swiftly Gliding By," was written by David Nelson in 1835,

My days are swiftly gliding by, and I a Pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as I fly, those hours

We'll gird our loins my brethren dear, our distant home discerning.

The sounds and scene altogether had made an indelible impression on my memory.

.; "Shining Shores," also called "My Days are Swiftly Gliding By," was written by David Nelson in 1835

Give it space enough, and the vox populi my be relied upon to the fullest extent.

My heart to night Runs over with the fullness of content;" —which we have marked for publication.

One night, as I was sitting alone with my mother and writing, I felt a sudden dizziness overcome me immediately

after a draught of tea stronger than any I had taken yet, and requested my mother to get me a glass

My mother was standing before me with the sherry. I asked her how long I had been insensible.

boiling lobster, and wrote as follows to one of his daughters: "The sun-stroke is a staggerer; yet my

Were it not for others, would that my horn had been sounded—so easy, so delightful I may say, was the

Candidly let me tell you, my friends stay at home. There is no antidote to your dread disease here.

To the Editor of the Times— My attention has just been called to an article in your Saturday's issue,

My object in addressing you this note, is not to enter into an argument with him upon the propriety of

the costumes worn on the occasion alluded to; as that would be entirely out of my line, but merely to

Although it is not my province to notice his personal allusion, I cannot but think that sympathy might

condition of the city, I do not think proper to separate myself from you, but shall remain and give my

Do you know, whether the ice is broken or not, into my bath I go every day of my life?’

“That very night,” says he, “the eyes of my inner man were opened, and I was able to look into heaven

I saw those who were dead here, but they were living there; I saw many persons of my acquaintance, some

It is extremely obnoxious to my digestion, sir! So let me have no more salutations from you, sir!”

obligation to me, if you would present the enclosed bill and start it on its passage, so that I could get my

—For, like most printers, I am horribly in need of cash.— Do, my dear sir, oblige me, in this matter,

In my opinion, they would fare a great deal better than they do now.

"It is wicked," says she, "to run the cars on Sunday, and I don't want anybody in my class that will

President —That is my last name.

Dear Charley, My condition continues favorable—& if I dared to hope this will last & improve in proportion—indicates

Eldridge that he had paid Godey, my substitute, the money I sent on for his October pay."

same way this fragment does: "I am still doing as well as when I last wrote" on October 24, 1873, and "My

Bergen, of my bill for advertising, ($50) which was presented two weeks ago, and referred to Com. on

good-will & good luck to you, dear friends both—Nothing very new or different with me—I have just finished my

& blessings — I am writing for pub'n a little still—have had a bad spell last week & before—one of my

invitation to write an article on Longfellow for the World —but I shall have to decline—I cannot get my

forthcoming number of the N A North American Review for February, in which I have ventilated some of my

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey May 25 '87 Thanks & God bless you my dear Sylvester Baxter for your

feeling pretty well as I write—Should most gratefully accept & most intensely enjoy a little spot of my

suggests to me impromptu—Yes I am making calculation on a conveniently plann'd & built house, & garden, of my

O'Reilly's, K's & your hands (& any others if any others there be)—putting it in a draught payable to my

order & send it to me here—I feel as if I could suit my wants & tastes better probably deciding & directing

know too how appreciatingly & gratefully I feel ab't their help—& that I appoint you to fully act as my

still & warm—I am still here in Mickle Street—at this moment sitting by the open window down stairs in my

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

You will easily recognize the article—I enclose you my address—write me a line about it, at your leisure

has come safely —thanks—I am here yet getting along fairly—seven weeks hot weather here—but I hug to my

old den thro' all as the best I can do in my immobile condition—no sales of books —love to all inquiring

Whitman made a similar observation in The Commonplace-Book on July 19, 1889: "No sale worth mentioning of my

was welcome (I have sent it to Dr Bucke, as he likes such) —Nothing very significant—am still here in my

decidedly better—I want to send a package to Mr Pearsall Smith's by European Express with several big Vols. my

For my own sake, as well as yours, I wish it were!"

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.