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My wife has arranged to go among her folks on Tuesday, so that day we will probably be out of town.

As Monday is my press day (getting the Register printed & mailed) could not get to meet you that day

I am getting on—my heart is in my work—& though I have been long about it, it won't be long—but I think

5 April 1870 Brooklyn Apri l April 5 My dear Walt i have just received your letter and the order all

walter Walter dear its it's in your power to deal so generously to your mother) i am rather better of my

incursions, no more new developments in the Ginnaty affair, no more detentions by fire or water occur, my

I shall get into New York about an hour later than usual, & put my baggage upon the Stonington Boat to

Sunday 21th old man i got your kind and welcom welcome letter last week and was glad to hear from you my

would like to see you and have a talk i love you Walt and all ways always will so may god Bless you is my

My dear friend, It gave me much pleasure to hear from you; and now I am quite full of gratitude for the

I shall keep my eyes wide open; and the volume with O'C's introduction shall come out just as it is.

gave him the letter to print—I enclose you the slip—how well & off-hand it reads —I am living here in my

Lay (my housekeeper) was attacked with cholera infantum & brain trouble a week ago—the doctor insisted

My friends: I have now just ready an article intended as the third & concluding one to the two already

I have, of course, treated the subject in my own way—certain parts strong & earnest—but there is nothing

Whitman: I talked last night to my Waltham class (of forty ladies) about your work and read to them.

I always advise my pupils so.

I suppose it would be best to have it done by my agency, and I suggest that I write F.

Give my love to your mother.

his January 16, 1872 letter to Rudolf Schmidt, Whitman wrote that Freiligrath "translates & commends my

Louisville, Octo. 17 th 1866 My dear Mr Whitman; Herewith you will three dollars, the price of the copy

I have deeply regretted the fact, that I did not know your place to be temporary till after my resignation—I

up yet, but as far as I am concerned I like it first rate have a good hard coal fire in the grate in my

My annual report is nearly all in rough draft and some of it copied out—it will be considerably longer

There is nothing new as to my plans since I wrote you last some two or three days ago, have not heard

I am not too well pleased at this postponement of my trip East as I am anxious to see you and was counting

I have begun my Annual Report am going to make it pretty long this year—shall put in a lot about alcohol—results

I shall be kept here pretty steady I guess until I get the Report off my hands, a month from now, after

I hear in the hall outside my door the steady tramp and chatter of some dozens of men and women.

all well and hearty, Mrs B. took all the children to the fair yesterday, they had quite a time—for my

good spirits— will see what to-morrow brings forth— Oct: 28 —It is near noon—Yrs of 26th rec'd —Give my

papers in the "yesterdays" than I said—they are both good tho' )— I enclose a "Viking Age" notice —my

chair (but doubtful to-day—pretty sharp cold)—have quite rousing oak fire, & great wolf skin fur on my

Logan —a day or two before the "Spectator" f'm thy father —(so I am not neglected or forgotten)—Give my

Am in my office, it is now noon.

have attended chapel, written a few letters (to Kennedy and others) & pause to think, to take stock of my

collected Vol —Was wondering whether that w'd be detected—did not say anything ab't it, but it has been in my

accept the matter below it, & shall practically put it in action—as I finish I am sitting alone by my

To-day I am feeling pretty fairly—Mr & Mrs Johnston, my N Y friends, call'd yesterday to see me—I had

his eyes are troubling badly—but he wields spirit & determination same as ever—am drawing to a close my

I hope your parents are well—I wish you to give them my love—tho' I don't know them, I hope to one of

I am writing this by my window in the office—the breeze is blowing moderate, and the view down the river

I had a very pleasant passage and enjoyed the ride very much but yet I found that my wounds were somewhat

how things are moving and will be much pleased to hear from you and I will try to write you more in my

Aug 9 '78 My dear Tennyson The last letter I sent you was Sept 14 '76, (nearly two years ago) to which

I also sent my Two Vols: new edition—having rec'd received your subscription of 5£ (with an intimation

My dear friend, Will some of you, the first time you go down town, stop at office (or shop) of E.

Arnold—& the last from Arthur, & every thing— So good bye for this time—I send you my love, dear friend

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

Swinburne my heartiest acknowledgements for the copy of William Blake, (which has reached me)—& for his

BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause—for

take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropt aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead

June 9 '79 My dear Josiah Child I have only just rec'd received yours of April 22d, with $24.50 from

Fifth av: avenue near 86th st. street : but I return soon to 431 Stevens st: Camden New Jersey—which is my

paper—I have thought much of it, through the interesting account you gave—Indeed death has been much in my

Graphic first number just out—ask Charley to get it for you—In my next—anent of Bull Run—I mention Mrs

Camden April 14 My dear friend I wish you would apply to the Librarian of Congress's office for the copyright

I am just starting for two or three days down in my Jersey woods retreat.

BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause—for

take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropt aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead

Davis, who retired on my entrance. W. said he had not been well today.

"This is one of my bad days—a cold-in-the-head day. I have not been out at all.

My sister Agnes had sent him down a bunch of flowers. "Good girl! good girl!"

And after my answer: "Oh! the obvious way—the way it is spelled. Well, I don't know!"

I do not think it can be accused of me that I have been ungenerous with respect to my books: on the contrary

Much of my reason for going would be, the weather, my condition, the case of transportation—this probably

It is, in my eyes, a valuable volume—peculiarly valuable, unique,—I might almost call it sweet—for two

"I shall send it—or let you send it—just as comes up as most convenient and easy—fits in with my mood

speeches of Gilder, Hawthorne, Bonsall, Garland, Eyre, and he will examine, suggest, and return to my

Davis had gone and my exclamation: "How beautiful in their own element!"

honey—don't make enough of the other side of the critter—and there is another side, as all you—all my

To my demur, explaining: "I know that is the harsh view—that there is another.

I spoke of having read "Song of the Rolling Earth" aloud in my room—of the delight it gave me.

It is about here somewhere among my trash and would serve well for you to know.

. & I will bring out my book on you sometime, perhaps sooner than we any of us know.

I wrote from London Canada to Frederick Wilson peremptorily ordering him to return my ms to me.Do write

W. then: "That is striking—it is what I am trying to say—why Kennedy's book fails to excite my enthusiasms

Expressed gladness, asked after him: "Give him my love.

—"Not a bit—on the contrary, the closer contact enlarges my appreciation.

I made up my mind from the first that at a time when all literature was sickly with plaints, moan, sillinesses

"Here are my lots—I like these—I'll come out some day and buy half a dozen."

following letter: Your letter to Walt Whitman, which he has shown to me, has raised this question in my

mind, whether my inference be true, that you will expunge the paragraph or paragraphs referred to rather

evening—from Baltimore sooner than expected.W. still reading the Lincoln matter, saying, "I adhere to my

W. said, "My young man here is good—none could be better.

No, no, they may not want it, of course—that is one of my risks.

But the words he puts into my mouth, the so-called actual phrase, touch—oh! they are very funny.

been at a meter meeting—all the principal stockholders present—got home about 6 P.M. and found it on my

I cannot understand you leaving it out—to my mind it is an admirable piece—most valuable.

The springs break forth like the table there—like my head—like my leg—like my arm—all sizes and forms

"I suppose it is good—it is reputed good, but I can't take it, which people say is my fault not the fault

No other method would accomplish my purpose.'" I asked W., "Do you think he was right?"

Gave me a copy of Black and White for my father.

It is one of the despairs of my life—to listen, to lose! I shall never recover from the disaster!

a loose story—if it have wit, if it pass for a good purpose—illustrate, illumine—but otherwise all my

my dear mother!" What a touch that, in indirection and tone!

In this connection called my attention to the following in today's Press: "Chief Brown, of Pittsburg's

It did my eyes good to see her again. She seemed to bring the whole past back with her."

And in fact it has long been one of my cherished thoughts."

And she assured me I could have everything my own way with them."

A great many of my things here used to disappear that way."

And he gave me some of the slip reprints of my Post piece of 1st (reprinted on four-page leaflet).

My morning report this morning (and for the last 8 days has been the same) was I—Capt, 2 Sergts 2 Corpls

I suppose the draft must be through with in New York & Brooklyn by this time, I wonder how many of my

another fine Stroke for our side, and Gillmore to at Charleston seems to be getting along well, but its my

I suppose Walt thinks strange of my not writing to him, but as you send my letters around, writing to

SONG OF THE ANSWERER. 1 NOW list to my morning's romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer, To the cities

And I stand before the young man face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand and his left hand

in my right hand, And I answer for his brother and for men, and I answer for him that answers for all

landscape, people, animals, The profound earth and its attributes and the unquiet ocean, (so tell I my

to the President at his levee, And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field

Farewell my brethren, Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters, My time has ended, my

heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain, But in my

many a summer sun, And the white snows and night and the wild winds; O the great patient rugged joys, my

SONG OF THE ANSWERER. 1 NOW list to my morning's romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer, To the cities

And I stand before the young man face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand and his left hand

in my right hand, And I answer for his brother and for men, and I answer for him that answers for all

landscape, people, animals, The profound earth and its attributes and the unquiet ocean, (so tell I my

to the President at his levee, And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field

Farewell my brethren, Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters, My time has ended, my

heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to join the refrain, But in my

many a summer sun, And the white snows and night and the wild winds; O the great patient rugged joys, my

"My Voice Goes After What My Eyes Cannot Reach": Pragmatic Language and the Making of a Democratic Mythology

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes

to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts....it keeping tally with the meaning of things,

Come my children, Come my boys and girls, and my women and household and intimates, Now the performer

, Depriving me of my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes and holding me by the bare waist,

Today, finishing my 70th year, the fancy comes for celebrating it by a special, complete final utterance

And for testimony to all (and good measure), I here with pen and ink append my name.

He read it at once, putting on his glasses and saying when done, in answer to my question, "Yes—it is

But W. himself said: "My sight, like my hearing, is gradually going: I feel it from time to time markedly

Then he continued—"I freely give my consent to the use of the Gutekunst portrait if you care to use that

Yet, such are the drains of the heat on my small treasure of strength, that the vim I had (Lord knows

I have had the book a couple of years (Gabriel sent it to me himself: he is my personal friend) but have

in the matter you can't hit a landlord too often, Irish or American, and if you hit and don't hear my

Put the photo for the frontispiece in my hands: "I leave it all to you fellows to do right with: if you

of my own make."

Sometimes I think I eat too much—am not cautious enough—though caution is one of my strong points, too

At my mention of Bucke, "Dear, dear Doctor!" And of Ingersoll, "Dear, dear Ingersoll, too!"

Would he object to my giving copy of his Bolton letter to Kennedy for the Transcript?

The old ferry has been a part of my life, not to be wiped out but with life itself."

W.: "Easier—not at my worst." Warrie: "How does the cough—eased up?" W.: "Kind 'o—" (Pause.

Then after a pause, "I gave him a copy of my big book—gave away three copies, in fact—one to each of

And as for my own? No, never!

In fact, I am not a demonstrable being, even to my intimate friends.

And to my "yes" he added, "Then you have said truth.

Give her my love, anyway." Saturday, November 7, 1891

every word, several times," he said, and added, "If I wrote on the subject at all, that would be about my

After a little my mother came in.

"I know you, my dear, don't I? Haven't I known you somewhere?"

At the table W. said, "I think champagne and oysters were made for me: that they are prima facie in my

our coast" than have America "make any stand for military tradition," adding explanatorily, "It is my