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If I can make that much gain I may be able to do my work.

Clifford wrote today: "My love to dear Walt Whitman.

He raised his head from the pillow: "My love to dear John Clifford!

I often find myself misplacing names, things—find that I must go back and rectify my errors—retrace my

steps—review my work."

Stoddart deducted $10 from my payment ($60) to pay for our copies of magazine.

the patchwork of paper was this, evidently a dismissed alternate for "Good-Bye" title-page: "GoodBye My

I on my way home.

With him half an hour, having a delightful talk, he fanning himself all the time of my stay.Dr.

Also of Beemer, Bucke's assistant and friend of W.Gave me a bag containing three apricots to give to my

W. sent a twig of the flowers to my father—"I want him to see them.

For instance, I like every day to take a bath—make it my rule, nearly—particularly in this weather—it

I don't think any of the doctors—the best doctors—have arrived at my doctrine yet—that each person who

So I took my quinine—and what did it do but set my head spinning, this way"—indicating—"like a wheel.

I find Swedenborg confirmed in all my experience. It is a peculiar discovery.

And that would be my doctrine, too!"

It now takes all my energy merely to get to the chair and back to the bed again.

"I knew the habitats of Hicks so well—my grand-parents knew him personally so well—the shore up there

What all this comes to is, that just that sort of a debate is going on in my mind now, whether to condemn

For thirty years I have had it in my plans to write a book about Hicks.

the procrastinations, stranded, with nothing but a few runaway thoughts on the subject to show for my

Strange how—the room very dark—he knew me at once, called my name, extended his hand.

B. was always my friend—that his allusions were always kind—that he quoted 'Leaves of Grass' without

Hotel Caranne153, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Paris 11 July, 1891 Reached Paris, exceedingly tired, but my

Send me papers and works: my permanent address is my uncle's, in the country, as follows: M.

My occasional contributions more than pay for it. Glad he likes it.

I should get no pay anyway for my contributions."

and on my assent, "I see then, how it is.

bless my heart! I never thought of it at all, the whole day through.

That's a good sample of my memory these days.

"Some kind words from my friend William Carey there—William Carey.

Some don't like my long lines, some do: some don't like my commas, some do: some cuss my long catalogues

My proper habitat is out-of-doors."

I spend all my time at work about the place and like it much.

"Yes, they do, and I was about to say so, but you took it out of my mouth.

things mine these days I consider myself very fortunate—very fortunately situated"—with a smile—"even if my

is not for them I care, or their magazines, but the public ear—I wish to reach the public—to deliver my

is so, then I must take the first opportunity to clinch it—to make even more emphatic statement of my

He wished no one to have "any concern about my friendships"—they would, "take care of themselves."

So I insisted on my refusal. Till then he would not start.

living and writing and sleeping place (has been likened to some big old cabin for a kinky sailor-captain

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

Then stopped and added: "I suppose you get disgusted coming here every day to hear my perpetual whine—my

"Both my fingers and my memory gave out." Very calm.

I remember well how one of my noblest, best friends—one of my wisest, cutest, profoundest, most candid

"My memory is shamefully abusing my faith nowadays."

My dear sir,I send by this mail the second part of my study of your works.

It was sent along with the birthday copy of my "Notes".

I stopped at 509 Arch on my way down to ferry and enclosed J.'s letter in another of my own to W.

written Johnston that Wallace must stay with me—this is to be told him immediately he knows he is to come—my

By the way have you seen Ed and how is he getting along give him my regards if you see him.

And to my negative—"It has no difficulties to me," he said, "I see it is hypercritical: let it go as

"I have friends: some, who think my notions of Chase do me little credit—but do what I will, evidence

"I did not feel like ittilluntil nightfall—then when I got to work my head gave out.

I find my digestive apparatus still fitful—still unwilling to do its work smoothly.

I thought I was having my last little dance.

"Look on page 66—see if my picture is there—Herbert's." Yes, it was there.

Washington.I send herewith the copy of my American Institute Poem.

job)—make the best rough strong job of it, convenient without regard to finish—it is only a dummy for my

on Brown Bros., Philadelphia.Oldach bound up some copies of "Good-Bye" but left the portrait out, at my

W. was not at home on my first arrival. Had gone out, they told me, full two hours before.

I said, "They have more grit than stuff"—and both at once took in my idea.

"I do not seem to have the mental grasp: I find my mind unwilling or unable to apply itself to the proofs

manuscripts, as it should, methodically, systematically: I am only imperceptibly if at all regaining my

As he says himself: "The right word won't answer—my tongue gets unruly—I lose my cues.

I picked up a slip of paper from the floor under my feet. W. asked: "What is that?"

He smiled: "Read it—my eyes are no good." The sheet contained this: "Mem for Life.

He laughed, "Pretty good—but not quite my knock."

s letter to them on the 1st: Camden NJ—US AmericaJune 1 '91—Well here I am launched on my 73d year—We

Called my attention to the Review of Reviews—copy sent by Johnston.

He laughed over it very much, but said, "My answer to it would be my answer to the telegraph boy—there

As he looked around, hearing my step, he exclaimed, "Oh!

"And to show my faith in it, I will pay you for it forthwith!"

Here W. turned his finger my way, and said waggishly—"And that's for you, too!"

—the best made since my sickness!"

Kerr objected to my use of "sun-glown" as obsolete.

Indeed, all through those years—that period—I was at my best—physically at my best, mentally, every way

I'll send a copy too of my last book, Songs of the Heights and Deeps.

I formerly sent you some of my poetry, but it was early work.

My debt to you is great. Would that I could express it in person!

He does not do full justice to Emerson as I hope to show in my essay.

Many curious incidents in my wanderings among patients.

I don't know what it was—whether the money, or my own condition, that inspired me.

Had I the way, I should take my house and lump it down there: or if an opportunity came to exchange it—who

In reply to my question he said: "I'm not violently afflicted, as I was the other day, but I am feeling

He called my attention to the dent in the hat.

O'Connor was the earliest of my friends—the first of his race.

I like Scovel's wife, his daughters—spent some of my happiest hours there—at dinners, suppers, about

Hotten.I thank you for the copy of my poems sent by you. It has just reached me.

And having it open in my hand, I read some passages.

Give him my love—yes, again and again."

I also had letters from Johnston and Wallace in my hands. He exclaimed, "Good! Good!"

I hardly see how I can and moreover think it not my place so to do.

"I know you, bless you for it: you do without my injunctions."

anything—I was only lamenting to myself my own limitations, and wishing that I had something to do with

And laughingly to my insistence that we might try, "Yes, try, but this den does not lend itself that

My evening hours at home have been about as fully occupied with official labors as my days at the Department

Now that Congress, the presence of which always complicates our work, has adjourned, and my office is

gradually approaching a settled condition, I hope soon to be able to redeem my promise.I wish, if it

"My father was booked in all those things—took a great caper at all the progressive fellows.

A death in my sister's family (today) will require my devotion, etc., for a few days.

To my description of the first glimpse of the Capitol: "Yes, it is grand—vast: it sits so proudly on

Attorney General Speed.Sir: I notice that it is the intention of holding Captain Wirz responsible for

I was nearly eleven months held there as a prisoner and I know that Captain Wirz was uniformly kind to

He did not indicate his knowledge of my presence.

Whitman and my next door neighbor—and my neighbor is now dead."

'My idea is...'""That's right—you've got it.

I had taken Bucke's note of the 14th out of my pocket.

Yes, got my rest on the bed—wrote my sister at Burlington. I am very lame.

The whole thing surpassed my best hopes.

I shall soon send in my name as a subscriber (and another address).

tones, afterwards, W. continued, "Now, boy, I have a message for the Colonel: first of all, give him my

But the first-class men have it, and it always excites my admiration.

My dear HoraceI have had your long and interesting letter of 12th a couple of days.

might give a copy of the News to Morris—"though there's nothing in it—hardly a word, if that—news to my

intimate friends or to those who, like Morris, know my intimate friends."

W. writing a note to Harper Brothers who have asked permission to print My Captain in their Fifth Reader

Said to me: "It's My Captain again: always My Captain: the school readers have got along as far as that

My God! when will they listen to me for whole and good?

"I wrote Bucke of my fearful inertia: that inertia is my worst failing now: I told him I could not explain

[pencil] And you O my Soul?

In my hand an astonishing document—notice from Providence of the marriage of Mrs.

To my questions as to pain he said he did not have any.

On my good-bye he pressed my hand ardently. "You will go on the water-bed tonight."

My heart stood almost still.

My heart was relieved. Home, then, and sleep. Thursday, March 24, 1892

He seemed to doubt, "I do not think I can hardly admit that, but the doctor—his general knowledge of my

He wished he could have seen my letter.

He recognized my skepticism.

W. said: "He was my friend—and yours, too, eh? No?

Desired my libretto.

"It's one of my regrets that the Wagner operas have never come my way—that I for my own part have not

—only serves to make my conviction more vehement."

I have been making a few notes to-day," said W., "on the subject of my removal from the Interior Department

know, Secretary Harlan took the Leaves even more seriously than Munger: he abstracted the book from my

The more or less anonymous young writers and journalists of Washington were greatly incensed—made my

Louis: 'The removal of Whitman was the mistake of my life.'"

I go to my work with lighter heart.6:08 P.M. A second look in at 328. News there bad.

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.

But I was about to say, thank the Professor for me—give him my love.

Now I am sorry—my stomach won't digest it—and there it is!

I find that so much of my food seems to amount to nothing just in that way."

the public in my literary products.And I owe it to him that my heart warms to you, who are helping him

I seek and feel after the bodily presentment of a man who occupies my thought.

To my incredulous looks—"but he has not published much: he is atheistic" &c.

And further: "My fear is of a deluge of soft soap—that I may go down in the flood. No—no.

I said my plan was to have a gathering of W.'

W.: "That is an idea—a good one—it commends itself to my mind at once. The birthday at Harned's!

Chamberlin's letter shows that DeLong got my letter of last Friday—though where this W.W. meeting was

Well, Horace, having pleased William and Nellie, I may rest on my oars."

I doubt if that does any good: I think my friends, some of my friends, quite understand that that is

He pointed his finger towards me: "Leave it to you in my will." Laughed.

My life now seems very pale and poor compared with those days.

He afterwards added in a similar strain: "I have read my own Century piece over today, and like it well—am

But my aim has been, to so subordinate that, no one could know it existed—as in fine plate glass one

My determination being to make the story of man, his physiological, emotional, spiritual, self, tell

way—he was gentle but firm—he opposed my observation.

The Colonel is always my friend—always on the spot with his good-will if not in person."

Well—I have been lucky in my friends whatever may be said about my enemies.

My fixed residence is 50 Wellington Road, Dublin, Ireland.

My work there is that of Professor of English Literature in the University of Dublin.

Williams in to see me about birthday—anxious lest it might be passed over, but agreeable in face of my

O'Donovan spoke of my New England Magazine article. Had he seen the Lippincott's article?

of its mass yet also of its thinness (for it is quite thin now)—Eakins interposed, "That was one of my

At one moment he leaned impulsively forward, "Do you know, dear, you remind me of my dear dear friend

And they are evils, too—I know it—but like evils, prove the good—just as I said to my doctor yesterday

Said: "I should be cuffed for my forgetfulness." I do not like W.'

Oldach Binder, Phila:" he added Please send this up to the binders (men or women) who are working on my

book—& I herewith send them my best respects.