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pretty familiar with it—at least as it was—for the matter of 200 miles or so, which is about the whole story

Morris had brought me in the first part of Sarrazin's piece, fully translated.

The story is told of him—it is not very nice—and I don't know if authentic—that someone protested—'but

Friday, August 2, 18897.30 P. M. Went to W.'

Bucke 2 copies of morocco book last bound. I asked jokingly, "Did you send him the bill?"

Friday, August 2, 1889

read him a note received from Buxton Forman, to which he said, after listening intently and having parts

I think there is a marvelous lightness of touch in parts of it that, in the French, must be delicious

Editorial DepartmentThe Century MagazineUnion Square—New YorkAug. 2—1889.My dear Mr.

The novel seems more than ordinarily given up to discussion—parts of it to us—and warmly, too—I don't

I suppose I was 2 hours or so—probably a little more than that—in the voyage.

Was "very happy" that I had found space in which to add letters (or parts of letters) from Brinton and

He must have half accepted, half suspected, the story—fingered a check but would not accede.

Left proof of last 2 pages of book with him—those containing telegrams and "postscript" letters of Forman

Harrison Morris is nearly done with translation of the second part of the Sarrazin article.

On his own part said, "Buckwalter has been in again—but he did not sit down—was only here very briefly

I gave him copy of Christian Register containing reprint of part of preface of Renan's "History of the

But this book seems to have a peculiar fascination perhaps in part the fascination for the Russian character

But the "pessimism" was "possibly a result of conditions—at least so in part.

As he tells the story there it is quite different form the Ledger's and takes quite another tone—loses

"They are here at last" he said—"see"—pointing under a chair, where they lay together—3 of them—2 quite

Then with a laugh—"But I suppose all this is a necessary part of the critter—of this critter, anyhow!

I don't know if you are interested in such things, but to me they tell a great story—oh!

a great story. And Father Damien, too—the devoted man!

But nevertheless the story—its pertinent points, hints, suggestions—is clear to me as it stands.

To reach it: that brings in the story of the old woman," he said—adding explanatorily—"she insisted,

I suppose that should be the whole matter of life—the whole story: to find the mate, the environment—what

He shook his head—"No—I thought it integral—as really an important part of the affair."

I had forgotten to bring the circular along with me, but repeated this in part from memory, and W. laughed

Took him the second part of the Sarrazin translation from Morris.

He said: "I had an idea it was in four parts, not three"—as it was in fact—a preface, then three parts

I can well see how necessary it is they all should be—but I-, who know the long story of Leaves of Grass—the

He paused—then: "It was six months or so after I came to these parts—I was in a poor way—a sad plight—had

I was going to say, not only like a house afire, as the story goes, but like half a dozen houses afire

The story is that the publisher of the Youth's Companion asked Tennyson if he would write them a poem—and

Then again: "It reminds me of my favorite story—the story of the Dutchman—a miller—who would say, 'Vell

s power to tell this dialect story good in spirit but poor in twang.

The sound it—and they are indexical—they tell the story.

It is the later story of John's life—what some would call his evolution, I suppose, but I don't know.

.: "Yes: and I think the best part of the Press is its extra sheet.

This is not the picture of the time—the teller of that story has not come yet—could not in the nature

Monday, December 2, 1889 Detained in city—could not get to W.'

Monday, December 2, 1889

"It has parts of which I have my doubts.

Tom seemed to think it contained credible stories, interesting, throwing many happy side lights.

heard about Herbert's picture there" pointing to the table where a photograph of it stood "is a little story

It is a capital story. I was almost saying the story was better than the picture."

"Frank Stockton's story here in The Century. It is very interesting.

After him nobody can play that part." Mrs. Bowers had been in yesterday's cast.

Emilia is not a great part. I think anyhow, if Shakespeare had any weakness, it was in his women.

and gave three lectures in one week, 2 hours long each.

I detailed the story to W., who then went over the sketch of Bird's Gladiator, saying at the end: "The

withdraw the piece—evidently feeling,—well, that was what I felt at the time I wrote it, so let it go as part

"That story," he said, "has a long—a very long—tale."

W. much enjoyed my story, exclaiming: "That's John Bull—that's the bull of him—supercilious, disdainful—thinks

"I should not wonder but the New York Herald or some other paper would have the whole book or a part

Start in youth, fill the table drawers with poems, stories, whatever: then, when fame is on, and the

instances have come up which completely stagger my faith"—meaning Chubb, for one, who, for his own part

Impelled by questioning on Chubb's part, W. talked with considerable vehemence, and at length, about

I remember one ardent friend I had—Theodore something or other—a poet, a man of parts.

A good deal of it all, I reckon, comes of the damnability of possessions—of houses, carpets, 2 or 3 thousand

Demeter is another name for Ceres, and Tennyson gave that story over again—a story often done, and well

I have been working very hard in the past year and, in addition to my work in Lachine, have had 2 patents

(in which I am only part inventor) on my mind, with much writing and drawing to do in all my spare moments

We could give only 2 days to romantic Edinboro town and 1 of these I gave to the Forth bridge, most stupendous

and hideously ugly of bridges, having 2 spans each of 1600 ft (same as Brooklyn) and many smaller spans

shall not now start, until after New Years I will ask a friend in New York to send you the am't for 2

Long ago I first came across them—cherished them: they have been part of my household for many years—a

Southerner now dead: "I don't know as much about him as I should—but he is a man—or was—of distinct parts—as

Welcomed me and said: "I am reading a story here of Amelia Barr's—in the November Century."

Not the least part of that is the engraving, which is superb."

I told him the Haydn story (I think Haydn)—the K?nfurst[?]

"I am looking into Waldorf Astor's story," he said—a chapter there from "Sforza"—and he added, "You see

Brook story of "the great I am and the great I ain't"—and he was much amused, laughing a long while,

Thursday, January 2, 1890Detained in Philadelphia in the Bank—with a meeting to attend late in the evening—therefore

Thursday, January 2, 1890

The written record but a drop in the bucket—I may say, a drop in the sea—to the whole story."

Said he had been reading Amelia Barr's Century story today.

They tell a story of Michael Angelo—that he had an enemy—that he was painting some sort of an apostolic

He bought 2 copies L. of G.Leaves of Grass: one for himself, one for a friend in the city—Kent, was his

Saturday, November 2, 18896.45 P.M. W. in his room—light on—reading paper.

Saturday, November 2, 1889

entourage of slaves—a man used to being served—military—a disciplinarian, yet a jolly man—fond of a good story—living

I objected, "But Grant was a man of larger mental parts."

As they say in the story—whiskey makes a man strong: put a glass, or two glasses, of whiskey, in him,

This, you see, is part of the history of Leaves of Grass—I have been driven from post to pillar, yet

Nov. 2, '89.Exclaiming as he finished reading: "Well—that fellow has read the book, anyhow!

know, as no one of my friends know—not one—the bitterness of attack—the virus of these past years—the story

It was Bacon who, as the story goes, sitting in a contested case, cried out"—W.'

Doctor would see it naturally falls into its place, a part of the sequence of affairs—would see it as

Last night I had him here telling me sailor-stories—stories of the big steamers.

right fist and set his eyes to a mock fire, laughter almost preventing him telling the rest of the story

The manner in which he told this was convulsing, but he added more seriously: "Of course that's a story—will

do to go along with other stories.

He was not "disposed to ridicule investigation of the sort," but for his own part he was "staggered by

I had spent a part of last evening with Mrs. O'Connor at the Lewis'.

As they say in the story, man was but a lump of clay—God breathed the breath of life in him at once he