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sunny to-day here, though middling cool—I am sitting here in the parlor alone—it is about 10—I have had my

off—they go by constantly—often one right after another—I have got used to them & like them— —Did you see my

Nash—& to Parker & Wash Milburn—& in short to all my friends— Your old Walt Walt Whitman to Peter Doyle

Jersey, Feb 20–1874 Friday afternoon—2½ Dear boy Pete, Well Pete, dear son, I have just had my dinner

(stewed chicken & onions—good,) & here I sit again in the same old chair, in the parlor, writing my

time comes— Have not written any for publication the past fortnight—have not felt at all like writing—My

—I have a poem in the March Harper —as I believe I mentioned in my last.

Take care of yourself my darling boy— Your old Walt, as always.

feeling quite an improvement, or let up, the last two days & nights on the bad spell I spoke of in my

think if I was fixed so that I had you with me every day, I should get well—good bye for this week, my

My spell of let up & feeling somewhat more comfortable continues, with some interruptions—night before

behindhand— I have thought frequently of Parker Milburn—all his ways, & his good points, come up in my

Sumner —Your letter came Monday, & the Herald — Friday, March 13—12 M Not very well to-day—To add to my

, New Jersey—US America Sept September 7 — I send you to-day by mail, to same address as this card, my

My dear friend, Your letter has reached me here, & it is a real comfort to hear from Bethuel once more

interesting—when I think of those old times in the hospital & our being together, you seem to me like my

Bethuel, I enclose an envelope for you—dear boy, I want you to write me a good long letter—my best best

Smith, I thank you for writing to me, it has done me good—I send my best respects & love to you—& my

My dear Reid, Hasn't this got vim enough—from your point of view, even as editor of the paper—to make

one could fail then [during the War] to admire his zeal and devotion, and I am afraid that at first my

My books, Leaves of Grass , Passage to India Democratic Vistas &c. will be duly dispatched to-night or

previously published in Leaves of Grass, "Passage to India" was Whitman's attempt to "celebrate in my

friends of mine—to you—They are traveling in Europe with their parents—Mary can tell you all about my

London Ontario Canada Aug August 16 — Am back again here all right after my Quebec and Ha-ha bay trip—Have

Camden Nov. 19 '87 My dear Sir I tho't I w'd send you word that Mr Eakins the portrait painter of Phila

suppose will continue off & on all the current month (or more)—so you might tell Miss Wheeler —Also give my

BOSTON,__________188 Monday noon Oct: October 10 '81 My dear friend Yours rec'd received , & thanks—I

still linger along here—the printing of my book is finished—but one or two little things I want to see

word a day beforehand—I am well as usual—Have had a very pleasant time here, & the book printed &c. to my

the P.M. don't restitute I must be allowed to pay it—not because it is important, but because it is my

affair—& business — I send you an extra copy of my little War book, same mail with this—Shall write

you soon definitely about coming on—Love to you, my friend, & to Mrs.

am just off on a ride & spree to Gloucester-shore to a planked shad & champagne dinner given me by my

Dec December 20 '76 My dear Johnston Enclosed find check for $35 for which send me on immediately as

things & times—this beautiful day among the rest—(now toward sundown, & I am writing this alone up in my

Camden N J New Jersey Dec December 13—76 '76 Thanks, my dear friend, for your cheery letter, & for your

come on & stay at your house for about a week, if perfectly convenient, & if you have plenty of room—My

(adopted) son, a young man of 18, is with me now, sees to me, & occasionally transacts my business affairs

, & I feel somewhat at sea without him—Could I bring him with me, to share my room, & your hospitality

to time —most of them go to the British Islands— —I see Mr Loag occasionally— Loving regards to you, my

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in this letter), but the relationship

Camden Dec December 19/1875 1876 My dear Johnston, Yours of yesterday rec'd.

My nephew & I when traveling always share the same room together & the same bed, & would like best to

I want to bring on a lot of my books, new edition, & sell them, so I can raise a little money (—& that

is what my young man is for.)

Whitman occasionally referred to Stafford as "My (adopted) son" (as in a December 13, 1876, letter to

Camden Jan: 26 '82 My dear friend Yours just rec'd received & indeed welcomed —A wretchedly dull forenoon

difficult to get about here, even small distances—Otherwise I should have been on to see Alma and you—for my

wishes have been with you both—My general health however is very fair.

& comfortable enough, but horribly crippled & banged up—Spirit moved me to write you a line & send my

rec'd—Major Pond has sent me $250—I came thro' Friday Evn'g in good order & am now here—Chewing on my

Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during

from O'Connor —when I do I will tell you—I write or send papers or something every day —Have just had my

thing take its course—I do not expect the bill to pass—I am ab't as usual—a bodily wreck—did you get "My

fill'd with gratitude & pleasure at the prospect of having a country or perhaps sea shore shanty of my

shape like "Fancies at Navesink"—that ("November Boughs") is the name, by the by, I think of giving my

summer cottage fund —(dear Boyle, if you see him say I sent my best love & thanks)—I wish you fellows

be put of course to that definite single purpose, & there I shall probably mainly live the rest of my

tainted here, five or six months in the year, at best —As I write Herbert Gilchrist is here sketching in my

oil painting—I hear from Dr Bucke often—nothing now of late from O'Connor , who is still in So: Cal—My

22 '87 Have come over here on a few days' visit to R P Smith on Arch street—Enjoy all—Have just had my

dinner—Mr S is one of my kindest friends.

Rhys writes me that the Walter Scott, Eng[lish] pub's, will bring out my "Spec: Days" in one vol. & "

328 Mickle Street Camden N J April 19 '87 Am here in my little old shanty again, & every thing ab't as

usual —Stood it very well in N Y —it was a good break f'm my monotonous days here, but if I had stayed

latest from our dear friend O'Connor not knowing whether you will get word directly —I am having one of my

bad spells, but it will probably pass over—I have had my breakfast, (two or three stewed oysters & a

piece of toast)—am sitting here in the little front room down stairs—the sun is shining & my bird singing—I

Camden May 6th 1887 Major Pond has written to me fixing dates for my proposed Boston (including I believe

Dillingham Co: New York), he writes of Whitman: "Whitman gave a few readings under my management during

Saturday 3 P M Showery & coolish here the last two days—I am now sitting here by the open window—have had my

stroke two weeks ago—makes me weak since (legs and bones like gelatine)—but I guess I am recuperating—My

Phila: publisher McKay was just over here to pay me the income on the last six months' sales of my two

who observed fervidly in August: "Your confidential item ab't royalties also makes me glad & wrings my

He enclosed $5, which, he declared, "is a pure business debt. $5000. represents my soul indebtedness

Camden New Jersey April 17—noon— I have rec'd the Indexes— thanks—I send you a paper—I read my Death

After the lecture Whitman read "O Captain! My Captain!"

Thanks—I am getting along, but lack any thing like strength or alertness—No probability of my visiting

Boston—pleasant weather as I write seated here & my little canary bird singing away like mad.

quite a while—I fear he is, medically, in a bad way—I am sailing along ab't as usual—have just had my

light dinner—Cool & raw weather here—my canary is singing blithely, as I write— Walt Whitman Walt Whitman

the stew gravy)—Every thing from you rec'd & welcomed—dull weather, the ground covered with snow—(but my

I am not at all afraid of my handwriting appearing on the printer's copy— Walt Whitman to William Sloane

Whitman is referring to his article "My Book and I," which was published in Lippincott's (January 1887

Camden Friday Evn'g Oct: 19 '88 It is dark & I have had my dinner & am sitting by the fire & gas light—anchor'd

& tied in my old big democratic chair & room, the same as all summer, now in the fall & soon the long

winter & (if I live) probably through all—I have been occupied most of the afternoon writing my autographs—there

are to be 600 for the Edition of my complete writings—it will be ab't 900 pages, & include all —a last

I wait with anxiety—I told you ab't my dear friend John Burroughs being here—he is now back at West Park

have written an acc't to Dr B[ucke] wh' he will send you—I sh'd not wish any such item as that ab't my

alleged opinion of Stedman to be printed — I have no such opinion—My feeling toward S is one of good

328 Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Sept: 14 '87 I am ab't as usual—have just had my dinner, a slice

Whitman, late in life, said to Horace Traubel: "[I] take my Ruskin with some qualifications."

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises . . . to sell my photo, with autograph.

—not intended to be polished off—left purposely a little in the rough— I suppose you rec'd my cards—You

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises...to sell my photo, with autograph.

by it badly—feel it to-day worse than yet—have had a few mouthfuls of dinner, & am sitting here in my

your letter & O'C[onnor]'s to you —H[erbert] G[ilchrist] is here painting, & Morse sculping—I enclose my

O'C[onnor] is in Wash'n, very poorly, but have not got word thence of his arrival —I am just going to my

Camden Wednesday Sunset July 11 '88 Am setting up & have just eat my supper—The flowers rec'd this day—perfumed

Johnston on September 1, 1887, "He advertises...to sell my photo, with autograph.

Camden Nov. 29 [1887] latter p m As I write I am sitting in my big chair— cold to-day here—sunny however—Morse

I go over this afternoon at urgent request of my friend R. P.

I rec'd $600. for my N. Y. reading. Andrew Carnegie (thro' Gilder) paid $350 for his box. . . .