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I read him part of a letter received today from Lincoln Eyre in regard to the fund, W. remarking: "It

It is too long a story.

Attributes part of it to confinement—yet fears to risk the chilliness out of doors—is so extremely sensitive

Bucke's book in the statistical, geneological way—as far as that goes—reliable, confirmed: all the first part

His letter came in the noon mail—delivered about 2—and I was sitting here—felt particularly in the mood—had

men stir up in others, but that in order to rightly—largely—measure men, we must consider the whole story—what

"Yes—Doctor was excited—is apt to get that way at times—it is a part of his nature.

"No—I very rarely read continued stories." Talking, though, quite fully, of Ebers.

We discussed judgment by impression—whether reliable, and W. contended:"It is part of the long search

—The story that Boulanger has been invited to take up his abode in Canada?"

or later elect an Italian Pope, resident in Italy and one of their own people" [quoted here only in part

Adding that for his "own part" he would "prefer an interim now before the issue of such a volume—say,

He gave me Bucke's letter of the 18th—also read mine of same date, in part.

George's Hall, read Garland's story "Under the Lion's Paw."

W., after asking me if it "was worth while" asked further—"What was the drift of the story?"

in the editorial corner of one of the papers—I think a Camden paper—about so much"—measuring about 2

He probably never told us the whole story.

I know we all have spots, if only they can be touched, at which flattery is pleasant, but the story of

Edwin Arnold is a bigger story than this.

I don't know if I have mentioned Jesse in Specimen Days or not—there were 2 brothers of them—Frank and

Had laid aside for me The Camden Courier, June 1, 1883, containing 2-column notice of Bucke's Whitman

He sat part of the time looking out the window—then turned around, stirred the fire, and sat directly

Announced that he had "already read all your book—the Hawthorne part of it"—and "with much interest."

I interjected something about Fields' modesty—that he did not push his own part forward, whereupon W.

by part, like the several lays of the telescope."

, a story—poem—used in the readers—at least, used when I was a boy, the Peterkin story.

But he jocularly turned the matter off by a story. "Did I never tell you the Long Island story?

Then the story goes on—oh!

Saying further: "I thought it a happy illustration—that story.

Referred then to the picture: "It has a curious fitness, right in its place—tells its own story."

is quite characteristic of him: I think Jennie Gilder has other irons in the fire—leaves all that part

I spoke of it to W., who said, "I am free at once to discredit the story," adding: "Instead of being

Saying, too, as to the title: "It is the old story—the old story of the fellows who don't like the cabbage

The Herald brings back one of the good stories of my dear Daddy: there was a man named Smith, or something

Besides, the story is wholly unconfirmed—altogether lacks the ring of authenticity.

anyone who knew the father—saw him act—realized his power—Junius Brutus Booth,—Edwin, though he has parts

At Clifford's church on Sunday C. had read in part or all, "There Was A Child Went Forth."

the celebration W. had me read even more than deliberately, and with the minutest attention on his part

O'Connor was a student, a scholar, a passionate lover of art, and took no part in practical affairs.

my vineyards, but hope to find time to get off a week or so in JulyIf Walt could come here & occupy part

W. remarked, "It is the old, old story: woe be to the man who believes in any doxy that is not mine—does

Tuesday, July 2, 18898 P.M. W. sitting at the parlor window, reading papers.

And so of Sarrazin, "he gets there—tells his story: I don't know that we need trouble about his way of

Tuesday, July 2, 1889

s being "indebted" to the meeting "for at least a part of his present comfort"—the magnetism, etc.

He said again, "Frank appears to have come over in part to thank me for the book."

Madame Dudevant's story was an extra fine one—I read it—oh! what was its name?

As to O'Connor's great admiration for Byron—"It was natural with him—was a part of his nature.

Thence telling of stories for nearly half an hour, W. as gay as either of us.

"I can remember clearly one of Samuel Lover's stories—I have told it to you?

A story of some one's falling overboard somewhere and being fished out—handing the Irishman a small coin—a

Tom told a sea of Galilee story which quite convulsed us all, with W.'

W. spoke of O'Connor—of his novel and the short stories.

The short stories did have a wonderful—a marked quality: there was one—'The Ghost'—probably the best

This story—I think it was this—was printed in the first number of Putnam's Magazine—the revised Putnam's—if

What sort of a volume did he suppose these stories would make, collected together now?

From this went into general comment—gave hospital experiences—"hemorrhages of all parts of the system

Good sand, such as distinguishes our parts here—poor enough from the standpoint of tillage, but sanitarily

Here he laughed heartily—held it out from him some distance—"What a fat old duffer of a story-teller

He reports, simply: tells his story on others' lips—goes to work legitimately, so that the record means

He instanced again the story of "the Western boy—the poor, sick, wearied, worn out, Western boy," whom

Well, when I first heard this story, though I knew the young fellow well—he was so affectionate, so noble

Everything he had told me was confirmed—everything: I found he had told a straight story—not a break

There is a dreadful maybe about the story—a mystery, an air of dark probability—which I cannot shake

We discussed thereupon the part suggestiveness plays in art and literature anyway.

Tonight urgent: asked after proof anxiously—seemed disappointed when he found I had only brought him a part

appears to be in the intrinsic man a disposition to turn the back on phrases which signify absolute partings

I told the story of Ingersoll's visitor and his everlasting "yes, yes"—and after W. had ceased his laugh

Lee—my tongue, (I do not know but my pen, too) is slow to touch him, even to mention him: perhaps in part

—"these here in Herald no doubt a part of them"—and offered them to K.

I turned to him with this story and ended with saying, "That is how the Professor explains."

A fellow tells a story two or three times when he is drunk (though this won't explain Dick Hinton, who

So far from that story being true, I never took the books around—may have sent some of them away (some

He tells a good story apropos, of two visitors, the first complaining of heat and inducing W. to throw

Merrill had sent him a circular—a symposiate circular again—asking—by number 1 and 2, what most had contributed

full of the meat of truth—both stories!" I told W.

If no sailing vessel had picked them up, then was "the whole story in"?

"It originated in part in Pearsall's hunger for a fad, as he calls it: he delights in being at something—in

I said that for my part I looked upon Stedman's position as thoroughly firm and genuine.

wholly—a good enough fellow perhaps in this way, but after all of the class more concerned for the 2

And then he said: "It is a glorious story all through. The Captain—what is his name?

s manner, brief, sketchy, was intense: "And now the grandeur of the story.

The town was full of the story of it." Had he ever written anything about it?

—And he asked me: "Is the story at all known to you?" It was not.

"I suppose the papers will be full of it tomorrow—full of it—part truth, a good part fiction, only that

Two or three times in the course of the 2 hours that followed, Von B. got up, took hat and gloves and

which enclosed them all: 305 copies (three hundred and five) Phillips & Taylors Butterfly Photo sitting 2/

He was not particularly steady, though going part of the way alone.

India' (1870); 'After All, not to Create Only' (1871)"—and goes on to name others that have become part

For his own part he was "no prophet," yet could conceive "almost anything possible to man." 7.00 P.M.

It is in such a suggestion as that we find the old Greek log story—and good, fitting, applicable, it

I repeated the story I had heard of Emerson's criticism of Alcott, that he could not write but could

When I went over this story for Walt he exclaimed: "Poor Frank!—Poor Frank!

And I took it—kept on taking it—for 2 or 3 days—and the more I took it the more I wheeled.

Alfred's wife wrote for him, but that is past now: she is sick, ailing, must be old, spends a good part

Yes—he has been here to see me—I have met him: he was what you would have called a brainy man—a man of parts

I know there are interviewer exceptions—that often there's a framework legitimate enough for the story—making

I was reminded of a story—a saying—I think drawn out during our Revolutionary War—that a few more victories

But I incline to believe the first story nearer the truth."

W. said very positively: "That sounds very doubtful—I know nothing about it—especially the part of it

That alone would stamp the story, is not me. You see, Horace, that is the way history is written.

I should say, this story is not only essentially wrong, but wrong in detail.