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Camden New Jersey US America Evn'g Sept 8 '89— Here I sit toward sunset in my big old chair in the 2d
story room in Mickle street wafting affectionate wishes over to you— Nothing new or notable in my affairs
My dear Walt Whitman, I was very glad to have your postcard two or three days ago, & to find that you
My work—editing &c., made me come away at last sooner than I wished to.
through a quiet & picturesque cwm or valley,—so reaching this place, Carmarthen, where I stay with my
have been dipping more & more into old Welsh romance & poetry, of late; eking out with a dictionary my
But in any case after you get this letter, my address will be care of my nephew in Boston which I will
I shall make a few short stops with nieces & others till I return home, & as my nephew is a fixture,
But I try to keep up a good heart, & not to worry my friends with my troubles.
I have one hope that I am clinging to, and that is that my sister Mrs. Channing may come on.
I send my address on the enclosed slip. With love always— Nelly O'Connor.
Camden Saturday Evn'g Sept. 14 '89 Nothing particular or new in my affairs or condition—feel bad enough
Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Thursday, September 12, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My
I think the dinner my good friends gave me recently, at Morgan's Hall, gave me a new lease of life.
"At least here I am surrounded by my books, and the roses you see my friends send me daily.
Arnold, you are right welcome to my home."
My second wife, you know, was an American lady, and that gives me a claim on your people.
There was no ceremoniousness about my visit to the President, and as a journalist I liked my brief talk
Belmont Sept 15 '89 (Sunday afternoon) Dear Walt:— I never meant my last poor postal to be the answer
to write the bk I told you of, I must bore you with a letter—just to say how'd'e, & to tell you that my
staunch little dame, my brave frau kin is going to make a little visiting tour, & will some day make
for my freedom! [Here I cut a caper] Now for six weeks of thought . I wrote to F.
My gloire di Dijon rose has grown 12 feet high in many rigorous shoots.
Phil Pa Sept 15 89 My Dear Walt Whitman I met with a dreadful accident several weeks ago, and so could
money is in Drexels Bank, and as soon as I can go to town I will have it sent to you—I write this with my
left hand as my right arm is useless. $50. 00 of the money is from Henry Irving and $25. from Bram Stoker
picture or two besides—the one in the hat I call "the laughing philosopher" —I am sitting here alone in my
big ratan arm chair in my den—Supper soon—I only eat two meals (no dinner) but relish them— Walt Whitman
Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Thursday, September 12, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My
here several days, & now—So-so with me—nothing I suppose very bad, but bad enough—am sitting here in my
Walt Whitman, I owe to you my thanks for many strong, beautiful, bracing words and thoughts of yours—thoughts
that have opened my mind to new possibilities, larger, truer things.
./89 My dear Mr Whitman Among other precious things from Camden which greeted me this morning is the
And now our summer "loaf" is over, & glad I am of it, for loafing does not agree either with my health
Accept my dear Mr Whitman the assurances of our sincerest affection.
lent—also the "Liberty" piece sent —(I sent one to C W E[ldridge]) —much the same as when I wrote—not at my
My annual report is on again, shall make it short this year (between you & me—I am not saying any thing
about this but thinking of it a good deal—I rather hope this may be my last—if we are not entirely deceived
I have been in Camden once or twice & should have called to see you but thought perhaps my comeing coming
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
Harper's Fifth Reader (1889) reprinted Whitman's "O Captain! My Captain!
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
"Then you are welcome to my home," Walt Whitman replied, giving him both his hands.
Traubel in my letter to him for the photograph of William, & also for the pictures of the "laughing Philosopher
Traubel got my letter. How goes it with you? Send a line. With love always— Nelly O'Connor.
Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Thursday, September 12, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of an original
to West Park—his wife & boy to Po'keepsie—Matters ab't as usual with me—am sitting in big chair in my
Dear Sir:— I would be highly pleased to receive your autograph to place in my collection, and hope you
Can you kindly aid me in increasing my collection of autographs by sending yours on the enclosed cards
Belmont Mass Oct 3. 89 Dear Old Quaker Friend of the horse-taming sea kings of Long Island: My thorn
He drew those pictures of yr home for my book; but takes the blackguard view of you.
My dame laid him out flat after calling on you. She can do such things, is keen as steel.
White's pitiful parody of L of G. in my face & thot he had floord me, he said he ahd heard that Edwin
I have to do it for my writings now.
Bucke's letter to me, mentioning y'r last wh' I lent him)—Nothing specially new or significant with my
Traubel, With Walt Whitman in Camden, Friday, September 13, 1889 and Saturday, September 14, 1889: "My
Camden Oct 8 '89 Y'rs of 6th rec'd —Did you get the Harper's Weekly Sept. 28 with my little "Bravo, Paris
10 th 89 O Good Gray Poet, When I read the notes on your life made by Ernest Rhys the tears came to my
feeling of the boundlessness of the universe, of the greatness of a man—perhaps, only perhaps, it may be my
glory to help others to "justify" your work; it surely is my heart's desire.
My excuse for writing you is the sending of a book; a first utterance, called "Voices & Undertones"—it
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
But as I did not receive an answer from you, and thinking that my letter miscarried, I concluded to write
makes a neat looking little oblong booklet—what it may am't to we will see— The most uncanny item of my
Canada (London I believe) for the purpose of finishing his veterinary studies— I am ab't as usual (my
Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
13 P M '89 Nothing important—y'rs rec'd & welcomed—Dr B[ucke] writes me frequently—still anchor'd in my
My dear friend Thank you—thank you!
From the condition of my heart death is a daily probability to my conciousness consciousness & I face
all my responsibilities in the sense that it may be for me the last time.
But you must know that I am an artist, and am able, out of my craftman's knowledge, to separate Art as
It is worth all of my book put together.
I also send you per express paid a couple of jars of my nice currant jam put up by myself fr fruit raised
Grant, the General's father, addressed to my great uncle Granger, (Judge William G. of Ohio very wealthy
Jesse came very near marrying my uncle's sister he says. I may publish the letter. So keep mum .
volumes of Horace Traubel's With Walt Whitman in Camden (various publishers: 1906–1996) and Whitman's "My
Whitman has written at the bottom of the page in blue pencil: "I rec'd the currants—wh' I eat with my
for there is nothing to write ab't—only the fact of writing to you if that is anything—Here I am in my
den as for a year & a half, but not so much different or given out yet—My sleeping & appetite yet hold
fair—you know I am along now in my 71st— Love to you all— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman to Mary Whitall
interesting collection—a concentering of praise & eulogy rather too single & unanimous & honeyed for my
esthetic sense—(for tho' it has not got around, that same esthetic is one of my main governments, I
Whitman: "Because you have, as it were, given me a ground for the love of men I thank you continually in my
Waukesha, Wis., Oct 16 188 9 My dear Mr.
—feeling so-so—Ed has gone over to my friend Tom Donaldson's —D seems to take a fancy for Ed & he reciprocates
—I am sitting here in the den in my big chair—Ed is leaving here soon Londonward—is there any special
drumming trip to New York and Boston—y'rs rec'd last evn'g —mutton & rice broth, Graham toast & tea for my
Camden New Jersey Oct: 17 '89 Thanks for the nice currants (I have had some for my breakfast) & the good
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
I go now & get a wrap up: I have not given up, & never shall the pub. of my apotheosis of W.W.
It just meets my ideal. A book is doubled in value by pocket-form. My cousin has gone.
send you by him a parcel of portraits—tell me if they reach you in good order —Am feeling in one of my
Oct: 22 '89 Fine sunny weather continued—Warren Fritzinger , one of Mrs D's sailor boys, is acting as my
Y'rs rec'd—Suppose Ed is there all right by this time —Shall I send you my N Y Critic after rec'd?
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
He , I daresay, is not altogether wrong about my other self, who is possessed at times with the itch
I believe I last wrote to you from Carmarthen, where I stayed with my dear grand-parents, making excursions
thoughts, (as I dropped with ready strides down those Welsh mountains at nightfall, or arm-in-arm with my
Here my Uncle Percival, who is a Naturalist & Poultry-fancier, among other things, has a house almost
middling)—I have been sitting here, trying to interest myself in the mn'g papers—have three of them—& my
if there give him my love.
horse brush) & will give me another ab't 9 1/2—they are very acceptable to me—sting a little & make my
and his brother Harry were the sons of Henry Whireman Fritzinger (about 1828–1881), a former sea captain
Davis, Whitman's housekeeper, who had also taken care of the sea captain and who inherited part of his
nap of say four hours f'm 12 to 4 nearly every night)—an egg (fried very rare) with Graham br'd for my
Whitman found the visitor interesting but too effusive: "My main objection to him, if objection at all
Whitman I think it must have been my guardian angel that gave thee the "impalpable nudge" to write to
I am worse & not better, & now I have to go off for I don't know how long to the Pyrennees, leaving my
My road has seemed so shut up—I am laid aside in the midst of all the work I care for—fit for nothing—and
My heart has been very bad for months.