WALT WHITMAN MISCELLANY Chronological file, 1881-85, 1896-99, 1912-17, 1929-31, 1940, 1955-57, n. d. Box 1 Folder 17 (Includes L C Catalog #s 286 & 275) Mr. [M???in] [P???i?] [l???ed] alerts John Valente 552 W. 14th St. N.Y.C Tel Monument 2 - 4351 George L. Sixby 17 Compton St. New Haven, Conn. ?Ye Yon ebbing [tides] streams wild currents! Yon ebbing [tides] streams wild [?flowing] currents at the last What lives what ardent dreams ye quench, & [ye drowning] O currents What toil-won freight—what wealth swept back to To the waning day and the last of the [sea] tide outrunning What unhelm'd ships and boats Psychological Review. Psychological Monographs, pub. by Psych. Rev. Co. Am. Jour. Psych. Psychol. Bal. 1883-1903: 1906-18 Wundt's Philos. Stnd, Leipzig, W. U. of Toronto Stud., Psych Series. Engelmann etc. Harvard Psychol. Stnd. PMLA Studies from the Yale Psych. Lab Hammond, William A., a Bibliography of Aesthetics... N.Y., Longmans, Green (1933) Am. J. Psych., Jan, 1938 – on time estimation and perception. see also Nov. & Sept. (1938 or 7?). Wilson O. Clough, The Rhythm of Prose, (Wyoming) 1938 Ebb-tide's and Death's (? & time's) replenishing Voice not to be put in words, not for a poem, But like a (illegible, then blank) I am as death Voices there are [that] opening the gloomy darkness – and this was of them Jap. J. Psychol., 1940, 15, 72-74. (The great resemblance between 7-5 syllable-meter in Japanese versification and Chinese 7-word poetry,) by H. Katura. same — 1939, 14, 315-318. (On the historical shift of 5-7 syllable meter into 7-5 one in Japanese versification.) by H. Katura. Arch. Psicol. Neurol. Psichiat., 1939, 1, 298-343. (in French) (Phonetic and semantic variations...electro-acoustic methods for ascertaining them....) by A. Gemelli. Proc. 3rd int. Congr. phonet. Sci. Ghent, 1938, 355-364; Arch. vergl. Phonet., 1939, 3, No. 2. Identical title – may be abridged. * Nor rivers' bays' and ocean shores' diastole and systole alone Voices of Ebb-Tide) (Proudly [and gaily] the flood [comes] [came] comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing Long it [holds] holds [held] at the high, with bosom broad outswelling) exult in [illegible] [Cities, and farms and woods and rivers] [dilate] The human heart in its breast expands – [lofty] the glance of the eye loftier # Speech Monogr., 1939, 6, 1-19 (1935, 2, 1) PN4077 .S6 Graduate theses—an index of graduate work in the field of speech. V. by F. H. Knower. Musical Educators J., 1939, 26, No. 1, 31-33. Psychology of Music. XXI. Revision of the Seashore measures of musical talent. [see Abstracts for Jan, Feb., Mar.] Relation between hand and voice impulse movements (by) Richard Dennis Teall Hollister...(Ann Arbor, 1937) Reprinted from Speech Monographs, vol. IV, no. 1, Dec., 1937 Schallanalytishe versuche; eine einführung in die schallanalyse von Gunther Opsen und Fritz Karg. Heidelberg, C. Winter, 1928. Rhythmic Phonetic Training for Voice and Speech, by Frances C. Maghee. Boston, Mass., The Stratford Company, 1922. The Cardiac Cycle as a Physiological Determinant of Energy Distributions in Speech (by) Martin F. Palmer (Ann Arbor, Mich., 1937) Reprinted from Speech Monographs, Dec., 1937. Psychologie du Langage, par H. Delacroix, E. Cassirer, L. Jordan (e.a.)...Paris, F. Alcan, 1933. Anwendung der Graphischen Methode auf Sprache und Gesang, von Professor Dr. E. W. Scripture... Leipzig, J. A. Barth, 1927. Last of the [ebb] (blot) Last of the ebb [Turn of the tide,] and daylight waning Palpable sea-breaths landward making— smells of the salt and sedge spice, wafting With many a [short abrupt confession—] [muffled venting] [river] dying confessing (?) many a muffled confession a ripple liquid & whispering half-caught sentences and many a Strains, there in the shadows. half-caught sentences, garrulous talks [muffled in shadow,] [like with] [half-caught] [sentences] From speakers far or hid. Approaches to the Science of Music and Speech, by Carl E. Seashore. Iowa City, Iowa, The University, (1933) University of Iowa Studies. New Series, no. 258, September 1, 1933. ...Ziele und Wige der Schalanalyse, zwei Vorlräge von Edward Sievers...Heidelberg, C. Winter, 1924. Studies in the Psychology of Speech, by Max David Steer... (Iowa City? 1938) Bibliography of Speech Education, compiled by Lester Thonssen etc. New York, The H. W. Wilson Co., 1939. You [distant] neighboring surf- you mystery of swell and ebb! You [ever] hurrying waters as I muse so much recalling strangely to me! With every heave and roll some memory's light and shade, A Study in Oratorical Prose Rhythm, by Max Parrish, (Cornell M.A. Thesis, 1922.) Objective Analysis of Pitch and time Variations in Certain Regional American Dialects, by Nina Baily. (University of Iowa M.A. Thesis, 1930.) Objective Study of the Time, Pitch and Intensity Factors in the Reading of Emotional and Unemotional Materials by Experienced and Inexperienced Readers by Gladys E. Lynch. (University of Iowa Ph.D. Thesis, 1932.) Time Control in Speaking, by Frederick B. McKay. (U. of Michigan Sc.D. Thesis, 1932.) [Then] -Till from the ostent rise the real voices [In tones] As [from] out of [the] oceans; rivers depths, from ?waiting speakers far or hid Speech Rhythm as Correlated with Various Human Emotions, by Constance Welch. (Northwestern M.A. Thesis, 1924.) An Objective Study of the Temporal and Stress Elements in Rhythm, by Harold Berolzheimer. (Northwestern M.A. Thesis, 1925.) The Influence of Rhythmic Patterns on Respiration, by John Miller. (Northwestern M.A. Thesis, 1926.) A Study of the Rhythm of Speech with Particular Reference to Differences Between the Rhythm Sense of Normal Speakers and Stutterers, by Harriett E. Grim. (U. of Wisconsin M.A. Thesis, 1926.) A Study of Speech Rate, by C. E. Kantner. (U. of Wisc., M.A. Thesis, 1930.) How strange [the silent scenes] scenes ye live (?) capricious gurgles! How curiously [the long] the past war, the sick, or (?) the battle-fields [itself] themselves recalling. 4 Correlations among Rhythm Tests, by William E. Beem (U. of Wisconsin Ph.M. Thesis, 1930.) The Psychology of Public Speaking, by Walter Dill Scott. New York, Noble and Noble (c1926). (Has chapters on rhythm, and contains a bibliography.) "Rhythm in English Verse, Prose and Speech," by D. S. MacColl, in Essays and Studies by Members of the English Association, Vol. V. Oxford, Clarendon Press, 1914. Bibliography - entry under "Experimental Phonetics" in General Section of Amer. Bibliog. for 1938. PMLA Supplement, Vol. LIII, 1938. - also "Versification" in English Section. No[t] 2 for the body only. 6 not 2 surfaces alone. Nor you and yours alone, [twilight] [voices] [and hurrying off] Not (?) those alone your voices ? purpose hurrying off. torn off rivers', bays' and ocean shores' diastole and systole alone. PMLA Index (1884-1935) The Association, Menasha, Wisc., 1936. See "Rhythm" + other entries. "A Simple and Accurate Method of Calibrating Chronoscopes," by P. M. Dorcus and G. E. Mount, in The American Journal of Psychology, Cornell University, Ithica, N.Y., July, 1940. Seashore Measures of Musical Talents. Rev, Ed. by C. E. Seashore, D. Lewis, and J. G. Saetbeit. Camden, N.J., Educ. Dept., R.C.A. Mfg. Co., 1939. Nor you and yours alone, twilight and hurrying ebb [Th] to you your Ø cosmic pusle a mightier mystic meaning Dr. Seeger, Room 151 in Annex Psychological Abstracts, published by the American Psychological Association, Inc. Lancaster, Pa. Metfessel, Milton. Phono- photography in Folk Music; [(Rosenwald Fellowship?)] American Negro Songs in New Notation...with an Introduction by Carl E. Seashore, Chapel Hill, The University of North Carolina Press, 1928. But [the] Liquid [and whispering subtle] muffled [voices] utterance [through from the] of twilight [falling] now ripples whispering [and daylight waning] [As] From speakers far or hid Austin, Mary. American Rhythm (1923). Klages, Ludwig. Vom wesen des rhythmus. Kampen auf Sylt, N. Kampman [c1934] 64 p. BF475 .K4 (37-20686) Wundt BF3 .P7 194 index Miles, Dwight Warren. Preferred notes in rhythmic response, by Dwight W. Miles....Provincetown, Mass, the Journal Press, c1937. 427-469 pp. (ref 468-469) QP301 .M5 1931 [the] [Perf] Smells of ? the hedge and ? the shore weeds wafting Shapes in the twilight looming Just if freshly cooling A just-felt sea=breeze landward making Smells of sedge &c. Hurst, Albert S. Experiments on Time relations of poetical metres. By A. S. Hurst, B.A., and John McKay, B. A. ... (In Toronto, University, University of Toronto studies. Psychological series. [Toronto] 1899. [vol 1] no. 3, pp. [55] - 75) BF21 .T7 v.1. (13-14299) Wilson, Katherine Margaret. The real rhythm in English poetry . . . Aberdeen, The University Press; Trade agents: [London] Simpkin, Marshall, ltd, 1929. 171 pp. PE1505 .W5 (30-10834). Article on Rhythm in Dictionary of philosophy and psychology, . . . edited by James Mark Baldwin. New York, Macmillan, 1928. Nor you and trail of yours alone, twilight and hurrying ebb, mightier A mighty-mystic meaning Through/to you ye joyous vital caring pulses —through you Diastole and systole go on Dark deadly [beautiful] beauteous retrocession rivers and bays and ocean shores Aulich, Werner. Untersuchungen uber das charakterologische rhythmusproblem Halle (Saale) E. Klinz buchdruch-werkstaten 1932. 58 pp. BF475.A8 (34-17147) Daudet, Leon A. Les rhythmes de l'homme; cancer et malaises. Paris, B. Grasset, [1930]. 243 pp. RB151.D3 (31-11998) Fogerty, Elsie. Rhythm...London, G. Allen & Unwin, ltd., [1937]. 245 pp. BF475 .F6 (38-3616) Honigswald, Richard. Vom problem des rhythmus; eine anclytische betrachtung uber den begriff der psychologie...Leipsig und Berlin, B. G. Heubner, 1926. 89 pp. BF475 .H6 (33-12703) Hueck, Walter. Die welt als polaritat und rhythmus...Munchen, R. Diper & Co. [c.1928]. 520 pp. B3279 .H87W4 (31-12350) 3 How [they] [ye] they sweep down and out! how [they] [ye] they mutter! - Tones of the dying [?] - Hopes of youth-- [gossip of love] - the chorus of age's complaints - feverish love -some [Tones of the dying or [illegible]] suicide's despair - beguiling words [The beguiling] words of Madness - death's [The accents of fever,] -Away [for] to the boundless waste, [and] [to] and never [again] again returning Seckel, Dietrich..,Hölderlins sprach?kyth???? ...Leipzig Mayer + Miller 1937. PD25.P3 no. 207, (38-2160) Fischer Hanms. Rhythmus der k??mischen lebene...Leipzig R. Vorgtländer 1925, 230 pp. Q172.F515 (25-19936) tuncns Richard. Der rhythamus des libens und der kunst ... altenbarg, S.-A., Druck der Biererschen hofbrucharuckerei, I. Geibel + Co., 1904. CB 19.F8 (33-36592) Wieser, Roda, Der rhythmus in der verbrecherkanschrift ... Leipzig, J. A. Barth, 1938. 226pp. BF905. C7W47 (39-8050) Burchartz, Max. Soldatin; ein bildluch vom neuen heer ... Hamburg, Hanslatische verlagranstalt ['1935]. 126pp. VA 712. B8 (36-14870) Carrias, Eugene ... L'armie allemande; sin histoire, son organization, sa tactique... Baris Berger Levrault, 1938. 223pp. VA712. C33 (40-8877) Classe, André. The rhythm of English prose, ... [by André Classe] Oxford, B. Blackwell, 1939. 138pp. PE1561. C54 (40-7382) PG 2. [same page] (and yet maybe some part hidden in the schemes ensemble to play -some purpose - [???] [illegible] Beneath the surface =show - like yours ye hurrying waters.) last then deeper wider, subtler [O tide,] [And subtler, wider, farther] deeper [And closer, deeper, subtler] still. Then deeper wider [farther wider deeper] subtler still tides,- And closer, deeper, subtler still, [your] O tides you sustain and urge To you what your a mystic human meaning! [Cosmic pulses meaning,] [Only through] By you, [the law of you] [all birth and] your [mystic] cosmic retrocession [all links of] birth and growth [All birth and growth only through] Only by you, [under] [Under you,] what you sustain life's systole, diastole - only [only] through you and laws of you The brain that shapes the voice that chants this song. [same page] [To you, your cosmic pulse a closer mystic human meaning. Only by you, what you sustain the sense that reads] Only through your. [What you sustain] [life's] the systole, diastole minute of aggregate befall[?] ¶Only by law of you. [What you sustain] your heaving retrocession. [minute or aggregate] [How] proudly and gaily the flood [came] [rush] [came] [comes] comes in, [foam] [dancing] sounding foaming,[and] advancing! [rising] [How] long, it [held] holds at the high with [*?*] bosom [so] broad outswelling From Noon to Starry [*[Night]*] Thou orb aloft f[*[?]*] sun-up A seashore invocation Noon ? on the [*[?]*] in October Sun [*[?]*] A summer invocation Thou [Sun] orb aloft full-dazzling! Thou hot [October noon] October noon [Meridians] tempering [*[!]*] breeze-flooding with sheeny light (gray beach sand the the gray b[?] & [gray beach sand] [*[?]*] [the] with sibilant, near sea, [the] [and] with vistas far [the] [and] foam, [and odors], [and the] not [the] tawny streaks and shades, and spreading blue. Before I chant the rest a [*[?]*] first, first [*[?]*] O Summer (or Sun?) Echoes of Ebb Tide Ebb-tide Whisperings Ebb=Tide Voices ripples Ebb=tide Whisperings [Turn] to the waning day light and tide outrunning [Ebb] [of the tide and daylight warm,] [Just felt] Palpable sea- [winds] breaths landward making Smells of [the] [sedge] salt and [the] [shore-weeds] sedge-[grass] spice wafting With many a hurried abrupt confession - many a liquid ripple whispering Strains, [garrulous talks], half-caught sentences muffled in [twilight] shadow's garroulous talks As of [From] speakers far or hid 2. Hear me, Illustrious! Thy lover me. [O noon day sun] – for always I have loved thee: Even as basking babe – then happy boy, alone by some wood-edge - thy touching-distant beams enough: Or man matured, young or old - as now to [thine] thee, I [bend my fires launch] I launch (?) my wish, my [song] tone [my voice] invocation! (Thou canst not with thy dumbness me deceive. I know before the fitting man all nature ?yields melts Though answering not in words, the skies, trees hear his voice [as] and thou, O Sun. Full Tide and Ebb Make three stanzas of about ?16 or 17 lines each the first the flood second ebb third with note at bottom on Wash: Hospitals that to [wheat] grapes and [autumn] weeds and little wild-flowers givst thyself so liberally. Mellow these green autumn [leaves] leaf - shed, shed thyself on me and mine! Fuse thyself here with [Infuse thyself if] but a fleeting ray out of thy million millions, Touch specially [this Book] [my chart] these lines 4. Nor only launch thy subtle dazzle and thy [subtle] strength for these. Prepare the later afternoon [for] of Me myself - [ torn off] lengthening shadows. Prepare my starry nights. To the liquid To the As I sort To the music of ebb-tide ripples softly Alone To the ripples [Flo] [Floi] [Idly floating] Idly afloat Thou that impartially enfoldest all- not only [globes] continents and seas. [And] As for thy throes, thy perturbations, sudden breaks & shafts of flame gigantic, I understand them all - I know those flames those perturbations well [O Noon Day! Thou] [Hear me, October noon] 3. [Hear me, October Noon!] [and with] Thou that [o'er all] [this heat] with heat and [thy light o'er all.] splendid light O'er cities with their streets - o'er myriad farms, O'er Mississippis endless course- o'er Texas' [ample] grassy plains - Canada's woods O'er all the globe, [that] [spinning in space,] that turns its face to thee; spinning in space. [Touch specially this book] - thou [Irritation it was] [An old woman-attendant in one of the hospitals, a natural nurse.] {Paragraph sign} "He went? [to go] out with the [sunshine] tide and the sun[shine]set" was a phrase I heard - [to ?] from a surgeon, descriptive of [one soldiers] an old officer's [easy] (illegible) death, under peculiarly gentle conditions. Notes and Flanges. - No. 1. "Ripple, [passing] and passing [broken] run, and [passing] [just] half: caught glimpses As we sail idly." Ripples and glints. - No - The tide perceptibly turns The long and dismal ebb however is followed by a turn in the tide, which, very moderate at first, has continued in a sort, ever since. Comm: of "Elias Hicks" The [final development] certain evolution of (not ecclesiasticism, but) 1. Religion, thro' all stages and happenings is (in my opinion) the [final] inevitable development of humanity and literature. Ripple and echoes from the Ripple [and resume] and drift and resume upon the shore. float As I drop down the ebb. And sail As I said float idly down the twilight ebb. Ripple, and drift upon the sunset shore, and half-caught echoes As I sail idly. that they are the [very] elect - that the Bible is wholly and entirely of God, written by and through his inspired prophets and servants, and that it should be made the rule of life, not only in spirit, but in letter…" (WW's quotes) Souls of the dying float out with you Children and [ ] maidens and wive Strong men, fighters from battle, wearied, [ont] O wearied Rocked in the twilight, now calmly they sleep [illegible ] Lapp'd in the [illegible] [ ] waters of night and [now] [ont] [by] the ebbing tide Borne to the ocean the hidden, Shoreless, soundless, measureless - ? eternal, [The measureless ] Ocean with room for us all. - [shoreless] [measureless ocean] Ripples of rivers and waves of sea not suited to any other people than they to whom they were written." The followers of Elias Hicks repudiate the [absurd] doctrine of the Fourth Person in the Godhead (Satan), as well as the Second and Third Persons, and eternal punishment. They do not regard the First Day as more sacred than the second or third or any other day; and are extremely liberal in their interpretations of the Scriptures. To the tenets of the Hicksites, the Orthodox Friends are on most points opposed. They believe in a Trinity, an Evil Principle as omnipresent and almost as omniscient as Deity himself - in a Hell [as sulphurous as the] [most persecuting bigot could] [desire - in] infant damnation - swelling and ebbing the [they] tides they swing You tides with ceaseless swell and ebb. Sea-Ripples Seashore Ripples spirit or soul." He also holds that "belief is no virtue, and unbelief no crime," and that either "is an involuntary thing to man." Hicksites look on "miracles as the weakest evidence that Almighty Goodness could ever have given." They do not wholly repudiate them, but teach that they were "suited to the low and degraded" state of the Israelitish people. In one of his sermons, Elias Hicks taught that," if the Scriptures were absolutely necessary He (God) had power to communicate them to all the nations of the earth, for he has his way as a path in the clouds; he knows how to deal out to all his rational children. But they were not necessary, and perhaps Death - you ebbing & flowing [Yo] Parents of Glowing [?] Life [?] -O tides I [see] hear in [ye] [you] in in Sleep [Ni] and - in ebbing tides - in death itself You Night [and] Death. [The] rhythmic [Voices] [Parents] of glowing Life perennial [unbroken] (clipping) cut out Hicksite branch of the denomination of Friends are Unitarian in belief; but do not, like that sect, hold the Bible to be plenarily inspired. On this point Elias Hicks is very distinct. He says "We are not to look to man to know the will of God; and if we are not to look to man, then certainly not to that which is less than man, the writings of man. We must turn in to the witness of God in our own hearts." Again, he emphatically discloses, that "the only medium wherby men can come to a knowledge of God is by attending to the manifestations of his grace, or life, in his What fiat? sends ye out and calls ye back again? What endless [subtle] intermutual chains [to] to sun and moon? [and stars]? in [compact hold] [what holds as the world what potent] [spell] (clipping) [cut out word] separation was occasioned not so much by a difference of creed or theological opinion as by the question whether the Society should possess a creed at all. The Orthodox maintained that it had and should have a creed to which all its members must profess adherence, while the Hicksites held that creeds are of no use in religion, only interfering with true religious progress." (W W's quotes) run in] > another authority says, "the (clipping follows) [Ripples] Voices of Ebb-Tide [Under] Bearing my Wordless Voices Like youth to {L}Easy fluent resistless Elias would be deeply affected (my informant said)—the tears rolled in streams down his cheeks— he would silently wait the close of the dispute. "Let the friend speak!—let the friend speak! he would say when his supporters tried to drown or stop some violent orthodox objector. [to the new doctrinaire.] Although it is certain that there is a wide, perhaps radical, difference between the two friends whose split commenced at this time, it is not easy to put that difference in a statement. One says "the (clipping follows) ? or simply The Tides words, after a momentary hush, there commenced a great tumult. Hundreds rose to their feet. Canes thumped upon the floor. From all parts of the house came angry mutterings. Some left the place but more remained with flushed faces and sparkling eyes. ¶There [ever] appear to have been the definite words that led to the separation. That was the overt act the last straw. Families diverged; even husbands and wives, parents and children, were separated. Of course what Elias promulgation made great talk and commotion at the Friends' meetings everywhere. Sometimes there would be palpable opposition leading to unseemly [?] noises, gestures, recriminations. At such times I see Life light and the in-bound tides. ? only only through ye, Through death an [the] waning [light] day and the ebb's depletion Life, light, and the inbound tides What may be called the Hicksite aspiration or revolution, though it had been preparing some time, [appears to have] occurred about 60 years [ago] in 1827-28. [about 60 years ago.] A very old person who was present has described to me a climax (probably one of several, may-be many) at a meeting of Friends at Philadelphia, a crowded attendance of both sexes with Elias as the principal speaker. In the course of his utterance or argument he spoke or perhaps repeated his celebrated words, "the blood of Christ! The blood of Christ! why, my friends, the actual blood of Christ in itself was no more effectual than the blood of bulls and goats -- not a bit more -- not a bit." At these All birth and growth [to ?nly's] through you - all life - all [All, all] evolution Only through your dark [To you,] deadly [deadly], beauteous [or bounteous?] retrocession [The ??] A History of Eng. Prose Rhythm, London, 1912 A History of English Prosody, by George Saintsbury (3 vols.) London, 1906-1910 A History of English Rhythms, by Edwin Guest (ed Skeat, 1882) English Metrists by T. S. Omond A Study of Metre, Omond, London, 1903. The Foundations and Nature of Verse by Cary F. Jacobs (Jacob?) N.Y., 1918 The Accentual Structure of Isolable English Phrases, F.W. (N.?) Scott, in PMLA, March 1918. A Bibliography of Rhythm, by C. A. Ruckmich, Am. Jour. Psychol. XXIV: 508-519, 1913. The Orchestration of the Metrical Line, by A. R. Morris, Boston, 1924. +1,222 XIV,123 Stanzas with headlines ? or numbered Ripples and Waves How about a lot of small splurges The different heads ? with headlines i.e. Flood TIde " The Ebb All under a general. head Sea-Waves Ripples and Waves How [they] ye sweep down and out! how [they] ye mutter Hopes of manhood, gossip of love Tones of the sick and dying [Back to the shoreless seas outrunning fathomless depths returning Half-caught [work warning made of] promises, reckless, [warning] persuading A kiss, and the urgings fever Kisses [a voice] of madness, [love and] death. Away [to] [for] the boundless waste, and never from thence return Eddies [? at] [Ripples] of Ebb-Tide Ebb-Tide [and] at Twilight [For thought half-heard with the hurried confessions blindly] Back to [the] their fathomless deeps returning [Liquid] Many a hurried confessions taking Many a liquid ripple whispering from speakers far or hid ? at evening Ebb = tide ? Turn Ebb of tide and Daylight Waning Flood no more High Tide [Rising] now to the shoreless seas outrunning Turn of the tide waters [3 or ?] 3 alternate thoughts -- one line, (or two) offset by a third expressing confidence yet, hope [What and [illegible]] What drowning tide lives [sweptback] [ye quench] burnt=out & O [What] What ardent dreams ye quench, O currents! What ventures, [burnt out] as pirations - failures (On! on [more quickly yet] to oblivion - [on! ye] On! [on.] more quickly, yet [forever] ye blotting, Sweltering, whirling Shrouding waters!) [What unhelm'd ships, and all their freight] [? cut off/] away! un You [ebbing] whirling stream's wild currents [W] You [ebbing] whirling stream's wild currents To the waning [day] light of life and the tide outrunning fast, What ardent dreams ye quench O currents. What [burnt=out loves, ambitions blasted ideals] The silent [Com] [N] ventures Your silent [ambitious aspirations] [? tasked ideals] burnt-out loves. (On-on to oblivion! On, on Swifter deeper [illegible] yet, ye blessed waters! [ blessed,] [deadly] sweltering, [blotting,] plunging, shrouding, covering waters!) [same page] What unhelm'd ships and boats and all their freight forever borne away. [borne out to sea] and lost. What [lif] lives by thee swept back [by thee] O [ebbing] tide. 5 [What ye miracles of all the rest! Ye] [tides-ye laws that] [mysteries do this work] [launches you] [What first sends ye out and calls ye] [back again? from you] [send ye back again] [illegible] [through space] [do you first] [What endless, intermutual chains through boundless space to] [sun and moon?] stars shed on What [potent] spells do distant [suns send to] you? What Sirius? What Antares! *What potent cosmic [spells] diffused by you [mystic] through sick and dying? What [boundless] unsumm'd aggregate, unseen and seen? What compact law of [all] heaven and earth space entire Holding the universe [entire and] as one, as sailing in a ship? the law of you *you mystery of swell & ebb. [What is the song] What [torn off] O ebbing tide! what What dreams of men and wom What do you carry you tide receeding O River What dreams ye What lives quench - ye backward drawing currents! What invisible wrecks and hopes swept back, O tide here ebbing What wealth, swept out to sea What odors [ardors?] of yourh What freight, what wealth, what unhelm'd? ships and boats [same page] What - ruined, lost, carried out to sea down on thy Yet by the silent compassionate waters burying. Ephemeral scenes Pictures of all my aimless years my life a nothing And yet may-be some part to play - some purpose - aim - Beneath the surface-show like yours, ye hurrying waters May three score aimless years - by any greet ideal tired, my life a nothing Protest of their hopes including the [back? fact?] of [the?] one earth and of Dawn Taps Mr [Baits? Barton?] [*91*] I should like this graph on sheets that can be cut and put in order and bound - perhaps 2 on a page to be cut in two William E Burton [*86*] In an effort to assemble and classify the [strinicta?] in the Walt Whitman manuscripts that might illustrate the evolution of his fiction in the Death of Abraham Lincoln, I have compiled the material herewith as I find it in the Manuscripts Division of the Library of Congress. If the labor is of any worth to the Library it is a small return for many [courtesies?] I here [redeem?]. William E. Barton [ *Vol. I - Biographical and Critical* ] CONTENTS RICHARD MAURICE BUCKE "Walt Whitman,Man and Poet." Illustrated. National Magazine-April,1898. "Walt Whitman,Man and Poet." Cosmopolis-June 1898. JOHN BURROUGHS "Walt Whitman and His 'Drum-Taps'." Galaxy-December 1,1866. "The Poet of Democracy." North of American Review-May,1892. "A Glance into Walt Whitman." Lippincott's-June 1893. WILLIAM DOUGLAS O'CONNOR "The Carpenter." Putnam's Magazine-Jan.1868. ELLEN M. CALDER (Mrs.Wm.D.O'Connor) "Personal Recollections of Walt Whitman." Atlantic Monthly-June,1907. ANNE GILCHRIST "A Woman's Estimate of Walt Whitman." The Radical-May,1870. HERBERT H.GILCHRIST "Anne Gilchrist: Her Life and Writings." Atlantic Monthly-August,1887 HORACE TRAUBEL, R.M. BUCKE, T.B. HARNED "Leaves From Whitman's Later Life." The Critic-October 1902. Illustrated. "Walt Whitman in War-time." Illustrated. Century Magazine-October,1893. HORACE TRAUBEL "Horace Traubel", by Mildred Bain. Illustrated. Twentieth Century Magazine-August,1912. "Horace Traubel, Poet and Socialiat." Current Literature-May, [*1*] CONTENTS HORACE TRAUBEL "Walt Whitman at Date." Illustrated. New England Magazine-May,1891. "Walt Whitman's Birthday." Lippincott's-August,1891. "Conversations With Walt Whitman." Illustrated. The Arena-January,1896. "Walt Whitman at $50.00 a Volume." Illustrated. The Era-June,1903. "Walt Whitman's Respect for the Body." Physical Culture-September,1903. "An American Primer" by Walt Whitman. Atlantic Monthly-April,1904. "With Walt Whitman in Camden." Illustrated. Century Magazine-November,1905. "Talks with Walt Whitman." Illustrated. American Magazine-July,1907. "Whitman in Old Age." Century Magazine-October,1907. "With Walt Whitman in Camden." The Forum-October,November & December,1911, and January,1912. "Estimates of Well-Known Men, by Walt Whitman", from Horace L.Traubel's Memoranda. Century Magazine-December,1911. "With Walt Whitman in Camden". The Seven Arts-September, 1917. WALT WHITMAN "A Memorandum at a Venture." North American Review-June, 1882. "My Book and I." Lippincott's-January,1887. "Old Age's Lambent Peaks." Century-Sept.1888. "Army Hospitals and Cases." Century, Oct. 1888. "Some Personal and Old Age Memoranda." Lippincott's-March,1891. 2 W W- Man Poet & Friend Introduction Reading the reminiscences of WW, exposition & criticism of his writings in "In Re W W," the eulogies of the living man in "Camden's Compliment," and the loving tributes from lips of his comrades in Good By & Hail W W, I have [felt] the need of still another collection of tributes, anecdotes, etc., which should be written, for the most part, by those who knew W. in the flesh. A vol. such as I have in mind would have much in common with the above named books, and more than that would have a certain interest all its own It should contain not only loving tributes from his co-laborers in the field of literature but from humbler pens in hands that not so long since wielded the sword in internecine strife. It is my object to search out those to whose wants [our?] Walt [nourished?] Quotations in W.W. - Man Poet & Friend copy sent Dr Bucke Facing Title - "No labor saving machine, x x x x x x x x x x x For Comrades & lovers - 1898 L.G. p. 108 Facing Contents - "Only themselves x x x x x x x x x understand souls" - 98 - p. 214 "Among the men x x x x x x x and divine signs x x x x x I meant x x x x x by the like in you" - p. 111 ed 98 "See projected x x x x x x x x x x x interminable" - p.19 - ed 98 "Not to exclude x x x x x x x x x x x and the good x x x x x x I sing x x x x x x face to face" - ed 98 - 420 "My book x x x x Out of those elements." L.G. ed 92. p. 437 I will establish x x in every city x x and in the fields & woods x x x the institution of the dear love of comrades." - ed 92 - p. 107 (full as in W. W. book) I announce x x x x x insignificant - ed 98 - 381 While my sight x x x x of visions." - ed 98 -261 "Not to exclude x x x x x x x x x and the good - ed. 92 - 420 Whatever x x x x is true x x x x x (omited) the Soul x x x x x x x its own." ed. 92 - 291 Introduction Reading the reminiscences of Walt Whitman exposition & criticism of his writings in "The Re x x" the eulogies of the living man in "Camden's Compliment", & the loving tributes from lips of his comrades in "Good Bye & Hail W.W.", I have felt the need of still another collection of tributes anecdotes etc which should be written mostly by those who knew W. in the flesh. A vol. such as I have in mind would have much in common with the books named above, and, more than that, would have a certain interest all its own. It should contain not only loving tributes from his co-laborers in the field of literature, but from humbler pens, wielded by hands that not so long since wielded the sword in internecine strife. It is my object to search out & find if possible those now living to whom our Walt ministered in the capital of our country [the contributions theirs] Introduction written in Dr Bucke's copy of "W. W. Man Poet & Friend" Rush, Phillip, Mary Read, buccaneer [ by] Philip Rush. London, New York, T. V. Boardman and company limited [1945] 198 p. ca n 6 45 r [*ls*] "The Institution of the Dear Love of Comrades." -Walt Whitman. THE WHITMAN CLUB of BON ECHO founded by FLORA MACDONALD "Neither Master nor Servant am I." -Walt Whitman Office of Superintendent of Lighthouses Nineteenth District, Honolulu, T.H. Nawiliwili Harbor Light Sta. 72 FT. Reinforced Concrete Light Tower Scale 1/4" - 1 FT. Approved 9/1/1931 C.N. Elliot F.A. Edgecomb Assistant Supt. Superintendent Drawn C.N.E. Sheet 1 of 5 Traced N.W.W. Checked C.N.E. No. 1243 Swarthmore, Pa. Jan. 27-1940 Dear Mr Aslander, I received your letter of Jan. 23 and am glad you considered my little article worthy of a place in your collection. I have had a fresh copy typed off and am enclosing it. You are very kind to ask me to stop in your office some time and if I am ever in your city I will be glad to do so. Right now I am deep in Sandburg's Lincoln, another firm treatise of a great democrat. My Whitman article has never been published. Good luck to you in your fine work. Sincerely E. C. Walton [LC#275] WHITMAN'S PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE. By E. C. WALTON. If I were asked to name a single, short poem which contained as complete and acceptable a philosophy of life as might be briefly outlined, I should select Walt Whitman's "Song of the Universal". The poem is really a synopsis of his more complete "Leaves of Grass", and contains in a very condensed form the general message of the book. The very name of the poem inplies that it covers a broad field of thought and I do not believe that any one unfamiliar with the author and his works, would at first reading have any conception of the ground he had covered in preparation for this concrete and comprehensive utterance. Song of the Universal 1. Come said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the universal. In this broad earth or ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection. By every life a share or more or less, None born but it is born, conceal'd the seed is waiting. 2. Lo: keen-eyed towering science, As from tall peaks the modern overlooking, Successive absolute fiats issuing. Yet again, lo! the soul, above all science, For it has history gather'd like husks around the globe, For it the entire star-myriads roll through the sky. In spiral routes by long detours, (As a much-tacking ship upon the sea,) For it the partial to the permanent flowing, For it the real to the ideal tends. For it the mystic evolution, Not the right only justified, what we call evil also justified. 2. Forth from their masks, no matter what, From the hugh festering trunk, from craft and guile and tears, Health to emerge and joy, joy universal. Out of the bulk, the morbid and the shallow, Out of the bad majority, the varied countless frauds of men and states, Electric, antiseptic yet, cleaving, suffusing all, Only the good is universal. 3. Over the mountain-growths disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering, High in the purer, happier air. From imperfection's murkiest cloud, Darts always forth one ray of perfect light, One flash of heaven's glory. To fashion's, custom's discord To the mad Babel-din, the deafening orgies, Soothing each lull a strain is heard, just heard, From some far shore the final chorus sounding. O the blest eyes, the happy hearts, That see, that know the guiding thread so fine, Along the mighty labyrinth. 4. And thou America, For the scheme's culmination, its thought and its reality, For these (not for thyself) thou has arrived. Thou too surroundest all, Embracing carrying welcoming all, thou too by pathways broad and new, To the ideal tendest. The measur'd faiths of others lands, the grandeurs of the past, Are not for thee, but grandeurs of thine own, Deific faiths and amplitudes, absorbing, comprehending all, All eligible to all. All, all for immortality, Love like the light silently wrapping all, Nature's amelioration blessing all, The blossoms, fruits of ages, orchards divine and certain, Forms, objects growths, humanities, to spiritual images ripening. 3. Give me O God to sing that thought, Give me, give him or her I love this quenchless faith, In Thy ensemble, whatever else withheld withhold not from us, Belief is plan of Thee enclosed in Time and Space, Health, peace, salvation universal. Is it a dream? Nay but the lack of it the dream, And failing it life's lore and wealth a dream, And all the world a dream. It starts out with the statement that the seed perfection is enclosed in the central heart of things and that each life contains a share. This thought, which corresponds with the Friends' "Principle of the Inner Light" may have come down to him from his Mother's ancestors, who were members of that society. Directly following this the poem faces at once the problem of science and religion, and without hesitation demands an acceptance of mystic evolution to accompany the absolute fiats of material evolution. Having been written in 1874 I think it rather remarkable that the poet should have outlined at that period so definitely a blending of these two seemingly contradictory elements and have reached in general the same solution as is found in Henri Bergson's "Creative Evolution", of recent years, which covers the subject probably more ably and thoroughly than any other writing. Fortified by this reality of a mystic evolution which must have attended him at all times, the poet goes on to enumerate the things in life, political and social, which would check the optimism and faith of the average individual. But not so with this man. Supported by a spiritual strength and insight which never seemed to forsake him, he claims to "know the guiding thread so fine, along the mighty labyrinth." Whitman always felt that America was a nation destined to play the most important part in the world's forward movements, and at this point in his poem he turns to his native land that he loved and in which he had fullest confidence. In several of his other poems he tries to call America back to her early ideals, and feeling, no doubt, his country's scant recognition of himself, falls back on the charitable statement that he will "wait until his country has absorbed him as faithfully as he has absorbed it". Whitman could have found no explanation of life acceptable that did not include as the most vital feature a strong mystic element. "The soul forever and forever - Longer than soil is brown and solid, - Longer than water ebbs and flows," he calls out early in his book, and in his "Song at Sunset" written late in life he sings - 4. "Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness, Eyes of my soul seeing perfection." Whitman acquired his uncanny insight into life more as a mystic than a scholar. He had wisdom rather than knowledge. A paragraph in the "Song of the Open Road" explains this fully - "Here is the test of wisdom, Wisdom is not finally tested in schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from on having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof, Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content, Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things; Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul." Accepting this fact that the religious element in Whitman was dominant we can understand why he prays that others might have with himself a quenchless faith, a firm conviction that the infinite plan is a good plan, and that lacking it this the world is a dream where our supposed material realities will be found nothing. I believe Whitman was justified in claiming for himself a quenchless faith. It would surely be a rare thing for any man to be more severly tested. For writing his book which was his life he faced the severest criticism ever hurled at an American author. He was discharged from a clerical position at Washington because the Secretary over him found the book in a drawer in his desk and learned Whitman was the author. He nursed for four years in the Washington hospitals during the war and faced with courage the indescribable conditions which existed there when the meaning of the words hygiene and sanitation were practically unknown. He wrote the following lines on a southern battle field at night with the cries of the wounded and the tench of the conflict around him - "Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice, Be not disheartened, affection shall solve the problems of freedom yet." He spent many years of suffering and partial paralysis, but seldom uttered a discordant note. Near the end in spite of the "parting of the old timbers" as he called his body, we find these lines - "I sing the endless finales of things, I say Nature continues, glory continues, I praise with electric voice, For I do not see one imperfection in the universe, 5. And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe. O setting sun! though the time has come, I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration." "Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death - it is form, union, plan It is life - it is happiness." In another strange poem, "Chanting the Square Deific" Whitman attempts to outline even more definitely his acceptance and solution of baffling problems. It presents four main conceptions which he regards as necessary to the Divine Idea. It will shock most readers to have Satan included as one side of the Square, but how can one treat the subject honestly and comprehensively and not include this side? CHANTING THE SQUARE DEIFIC 1 Chanting the square deific, our of One advancing, out of the sides, Out of the Old and new, out of the square entirely divine, Solid, four-sided, (all of the sides needed,) from this side Jehovah am I, Old Brahm am I, and I Saturnius am; Not Time affects me---I am Time, old, modern as any, Unpersuadable, relentless, executing righteous judgments, As the Earth, the Father, the Brown old Kronos, with laws, Aged beyond computation, yet ever new, ever with those mighty laws rolling, Relentless I forgive no man--whoever sins dies--I will have that man's life; Therefore let none expect mercy--have the seasons, gravitation, the appointed days, mercy! no more have I, But as the seasons and gravitation, and as all the appointed days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable with the least remorse. 2. Consolator most mild, the promis'd one advancing, With gentle hand extended, the mightier God am I, Foretold by prophets and poets in their most rapt prophecies and peoms, From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes--lo! Hermes I--lo! mine is Hercules' face, 6. All sorrow, labor suffering, I tallying it, absorb in myself, Many time have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison, and crucified, and many times shall be again, All the world have I given up for my dear brothers' and sisters' sake, for the soul's sake, Wending my way through the homes of men, rich or poor, with the kiss of affection, For I am affection, I am the cheer-bringing God, with hope and all-enclosing charity, With indulgent words as to children, with fresh and sane words, mine only, Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd myself to an early death; But my charity has no death--my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, And my sweet love bequeath'd here and elsewhere never dies. 3. Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt, Comrade of criminals, brother of slaves, Crafty, despised, a drudge, ignorant, With sudra face and worm brow, black, but in the depths of my heart, proud as any, Lifted now and always against whoever scorning assumes to rule me, Morose, full of guile, full of reminiscences, brooding, with many wiles, (Though it was thought I was baffled and dispel'd and my wiles done, but that will never be,) Defiant I, Satan, still live, still utter words, in new lands duly appearing, (and old ones also,) Permanent here from my side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words. 4. Santa Spirita, breather, life, Beyond the light, lighter than light, Beyond the flames of hell, joyous, leaping easily above hell, Beyond Paradise, perfumed solely with mine own perfume, Including all life on earth, touching, including God, including Saviour and Satan, Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were all? what were God?) Essence of forms, life of the real identities, permanent, positive, (namely the unseen,) Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of man, I, the general soul, Here the square finishing, the solid, I the most solid, Breathe my breath also through these songs. The sides are definitely described and are all understandable except the last which would be fuller of meaning and purpose to some 7. great mystic of India than to most American readers. The first side treats Law, the side demonstrated by science. The second side, dearest and fullest of meaning, to Christians and religious enthusiasts seems to contradict the first but the author considered it indispensable to the idea. The comes the the third side treating of revolt and strife. Whitman surely thought we could not outline a spiritual world where strife should not be accepted as well as love. No words of mine could make plainer or add any meaning to the fourth dimension as it appears in the poem. It is for those only whose spiritual experiences make it vital and rich with meaning. I believe it is fortified by other expressions which occur frequently throughout the book. In the "Song of Myself" we find these lines - "Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all men ever born are also my brothers, and that women my sisters and lovers, And that Kelson of the creation is love." And again in the "Passage to India" which is probably his finest poem, "Swiftly I shrivel at the thought of God, At Nature and its wonders, Time and Space and Death, But that I, turning, call to thee O soul, thou actual Me, And lo, thou gently mastereth the Orbs, Thou matest Time, smilest content at Death, And fillest, swellest full the vastnesses of space." Whitman had Cosmic Consciousness, and inexplainable quality of awareness, which seemed to make him familiar with the whole infinite flow of things, celestial and terrestrial. "Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is good steadily hastening toward immortality, And the vast all that is called Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead." Whitman did not see things as local or temporary or fragmentary, he saw the great order as a vast congeries of forces, a consistent process baffling thought, but persistent in good purpose, and awaiting the long, long years of Geologic time for its final accomplishment. "And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness wait. 8. My foothold is tenon'd and mortised in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time." He seems to have been a modern atlas, but on his back he carried not the earth alone, but the whole physical and spiritual order. He held in his hands the lines that drive the worlds. They converged to him and in his wrists he felt the pulses of all life. Col. Ingersoll said "In this one book, in this wonderous "Leaves of Grass", you find hints and suggestions, touches and fragments, of all there is of life." His friend, O'Connor, attempts an explanation in this line - "The level of the great books is the Infinite, the Absolute." Statements such as these could not be made truthfully about many books, it would seem they could apply only to some superhuman being, but they can be clearly verified and justified by numerous lines of the author printed in the plain pages of his book to be read by all. Khayyam thought a "single Alif were the clue--could you but find it--to the Treasure-house, and peradventure to the Master too." Tennyson thought if he knew about "the flower in the crannied wall, root and all, and all in all, he would know what God and Man is." I believe Whitman came nearer to the knowledge suggested here than any other writer. I feel he had a deeper insight into life than any other. When I read him at times and see the evidence of his faith in the future I wonder if Immortality was not an actual experience to him during this life, if he did not in some mysterious way partake of two lives at once, the one we are now living and the other larger experience which we hope for after the translation of death. Whitman has been a greater source of helpfulness and inspiration to certain of his readers than any other force that has come into their lives. While he has been a great mystic he has also kept his feet on the ground. he has loved while he has preached, he has made a religion of Democracy, he was an Internationalist eighty years before the World War. "My spirit has passed in compassion and determination around the whole earth, I have looked for equals and lovers and found them ready for me in all lands. I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them." He was the poet of comradeship, "Come, I will make the continent indissoluble, I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon, I will make divine magnetic lands, with the life-long love of comrades." 9. And to Death, dreaded so long, he said, "Come lovely and soothing death", He uttered praise "For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death". He was the poet of Love - he called Love the "Solvent and the setting." "I see the vast alembic ever working, I see and know the flames that heat the world - " He was the poet of all life, the cosmos, but the dominating and transcending quality in him was the religious element, he was a prophet of the Soul. In our present times when the early American Ideals are having a hard struggle to remain vital in our National life, when established Churches leads to bitter controversies, when we fear there is a general weakening all around in moral and religious fibre, for courage, faith and should cheer. I present the above poems as outlining a great man's acceptance of the Universe, with the feeling and hope that it will stand the test of time. I know materialists will not agree with it, but I believe it will be the future task of science to cover a field board enough to include the Soul. Kipling prayed for his England:- "Lord God of Hosts be with us yet Lest we forget." Whitman wrote in his poem "Pioneers" - "Have the elder races halted? Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas? We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson, Pioneers, O Pioneers." I regard "Leaves of Grass" as a call from a great American to his fellow countrymen to lead in National and International advancement and I feel it a pathetic fact that so few have heeded the call. I also regard it as a vast Psalm of Life, tremendously comprehensive and inclusive, but filled with good purpose, bringing its readers more abundant life. When I think of Whitman and America there comes to my mind this line of Lowell's: "Still at the Prophet's fee the Nations sit." By E. Clayton Walton E. Clayton Walton Swarthmore, Pa. Date - January 27, 1940 [*AC.3517*] AN INTERESTING WALT WHITMAN ITEM [FOR SALE TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER] [(BEGINNING WITH $2650.00)] SPECIMEN DAYS & COLLECT -- By Walt Whitman. Rees Welsh & Co., Phila., 1882--'83. 1st Ed. 6x8 1/2 Original Yellow Cloth Covers. 374pp with adv. Portraits. Uncut. Gray End Papers on which is written by Whitman the follow- ing intimate letter to his friend Peter Doyle: Peter Doyle - from Author - with love Pete do you remember (of course you do -- I do well) those great long jovial walks we had out of Washington moonlight nights, perhaps away to "Good Hope" -- or Sundays, up or down the Po- tomac, one side or the other, sometimes ten miles at a stretch? -- Or when you worked on the horse cars, our coming home late together & resting & chatting long there at 7th street at the market before parting -- & our eating the musk melons or water melons? Or how during my tedious sickness & paralysis winter of '73 you used to come up regularly to my solitary garret room & make my bed & stay an hour & cheer me up before you went on duty? Pete give my love to Mr. and Mrs. Nash & tell them I have not forgotten them, & never will. W W This is not a letter tipped in, but takes up the whole fly-leaf, leaving but a narrow margin for the signature of W W Salt House Press P. O. Box 115 Baltimore, Md. [*Library of Congress To be added to the Walt Whitman items as matter not before printed or in any public or private collection*] [*L.M. Turner*] [*January 22, 1929*] [*(over)*] Please send labels for forwarding contributions to the Library of Congress I have a number of city seals, in gold on leather, that [would] could be the beginning of a collection. [*LC#286*] DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE THE CRAFTSMAN, FEBRUARY 1915: "My People", by Robert Henri. p. 460: ". . . sculpture as Donaletto saw it, big, sure, infinite, is order in proportion;painting, in which the artist has the wisdom that ordained the rainbow, is order in color; poetry, - Whitman, Ibsen, Shelley, each is supreme order in verbal expression." p. 462: "Wagner can break through every musical limitation ever established; Rodin can mould his own outline of the universe; Whitman can utter truths so burning that the edge of the sonnet, roundelay, or epic is destroyed; Millet meets his peasant in the field and the Academy forgets to order hi method of telling the world of this immemorial encounter." (Copied from may own copy for my Friend, H.S.Saunders. Astoria, Oregon, March 1, 1915.) DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE SONGS OF THE SIERRAS/By/Joaquin Miller/(Publishers' Design)/Boston/ Roberts Brothers/1871. (1st American Edition) "Extracts from Some Reviews of the New American Poet, which have appeared in the English Literary Journals - the Criticisms of some of the most learned Critics of the Day." (Being a 24pp. appendix to the volume) p.3: "We might well be anxious that the comparatively primitive life of the West should find a poetical exponent before its first freshness is crystallized into the forms of older communities. Certain English critics are disposed to accept Walt Whitman as such; but whatever may be his individual merits - and our own estimate of them would be very different from what his admirers claim for him - he is so isolated and erratic that he cannot be taken as representing anything beyond the promptings of his own fancy; whether his peculiarities are due to excess of eccentricity or to want of education, they, at all events, make him too singular to be a type." THE SPECTATOR. p.16: "The same characteristics, leaving out the coarseness which marked Walt Whitman's poetry, may, to a certain extent, be found in Mr. Miller's. He observes nature at first hand. Like Whitman, he reminds us of no one else. . . . . . . Those who overlooked the faults No. 204 Ed. 6-10-13-500,000 in Whitman's poetry for the pictures- que style, the vigorous metaphors, the clear-cut descriptions of scenery, and that thorough zest of nature in the backwoods and wilds, will welcome and enjoy Mr. Miller." THE WESTMINISTER REVIEW. p.23: "Like his compatriot, Walt Whitman, he loves the outside of an omnibus, travels third class and gives the superflux to the poor. He enjoys a chat with news-boys, shoe-blacks, and such poor toilers for bread." NEW YORK EVENING POST. (In an article "JOAQUIN MILLER - The Story of the Strange Career of the new California Poet.") Copied from my own copy of "Songs of the Sierras", 1st Amer. Edn. for my Friend H. S. Saunders. Astoria, Jan. 28, 1915. Hotel Multnomah Portland.Oregon Sep-7-'12 My dear Bess; Letter of Feby 17th '82 - O'C.[to Dr B?] Sent to [WH Trimble?] - New Zealand. Tribute of Walt Whitman to Robert Burns and used by Andrew Carnegie in his estimation of Whitman Walt Whitman - An original whom I knew in the flesh with neither predecessor nor successor. His tribute to Burns also an original “He was the grandest flesh and blood chiel ever cast up on the sands of time” where shall we find it’s equal Andrew Carnegie New York Jan. 6th 1912 Original letter of Andrew Carnegie, from the collection of C. N. Elliott of this city. PART TWO WALT WHITMAN MAN, POET, AND FRIEND BY LOVERS OF HIM AND HIS WORK. MILFORD, OHIO. 1899. WALT WHITMAN WALT WHITMAN BEING A COLLECTION OF TRIBUTES TO THE MEMORY OF THE MAN, POET, & FRIEND WRITTEN BY LOVERS OF HIM AND HIS WORK. MILFORD, OHIO 1899. Walt Whitman 4 31 Stevens St Camden New Jersey U. S. America Walt Whitman 328 Mickle St Camden New Jersey U S America Walt Whitman 328 Mickle St. Camden New Jersey U. S. America Important Books from Badger's List THE ROUND TABLE James Russell Lowell $2.50 net, postage 15 cents This volume contains nine of Lowell's most delightful essays and their publication in book form is a distinct addition to American literature. A PILGRIMAGE OF PLEASURE Algernon Charles Swinburne $2.50 net, postage 15 cents This volume of hitherto uncollected essays and studies in an important contribution to Swinburneiana. It contains a complete bibliography of Swinburne's writings. SPEECHES AND NEW LETTERS Henrik Ibsen $3.00 net, postage 15 cents All of Ibsen's speeches and many letters are here for the first time presented in English. An invaluable feature if the chronological bibliography of Ibsen. WALT WHITMAN, THE PROPHET POET Roland D. Sawyer $1.00 net, postage 5 cents A new and human characterization of the good, gray poet. A HISTORY OF ENGLISH BALLADRY Frank Egbert Bryant Illustrated, $2.00 net, postage 15 cents Gives a clear and complete history of one of the most interesting branches of English literature up to and through the reign of Elizabeth. THE STORY OF ENGLISH SPEECH Charles Noble $1.00 net, postage 10 cents This book is intended for a foundation course in the history of the English language. VIE DE BOHEME Orlo Williams Illustrated, Frontispiece in color, $4.50 net, postage 25 cents A cleverly written book about a fascinating subject. EMPRESSES OF CONSTANTINOPLE Joseph McCabe 9 full-page illustrations, $3.75 net, postage 20 cents A study of the Roman Empresses of the East. It gives a vivid story of the palace-life at Constantinople. THE TRAGEDY OF ISABELLA II Francis Gribble 6 photogravure-portraits, $3.75 net, postage 20 cents This story of Isabella II of Spain is one of the most interesting and valuable of this well known author's historical monographs. GODOY, THE QUEEN'S FAVOURITE Edmund B. D'Auvergne Photogravure frontispiece and 16 full-page illustrations, $4.00 net, postage 25 cents The story of one of those playthings of fortune of whom the history of despotic monarchies and particularly of Spain, has had so much to tell. D'EON DE BEAUMONT: HIS LIFE AND TIMES Octave Hombert and Fernand Jousselin 7 full page illustrations, $3.00 net, postage 15 cents Compiled from unpublished papers and letters, translated into English by Alfred Rieu. These private documents enable his biographers to follow the career of the chevalier with particularity and to set at rest what was for so long a vexed question, the mystery of his sex. RICHARD G. BADGER, PUBLISHER, BOSTON Walt Whitman Sawyer $1.00 NET Post. 5c. BADGER WALT WHITMAN The Prophet-Poet By ROLAND D. SAWYER In 1855, Walt Whitman made his appearance as a poet: save for a few men like Emerson, Thoreau and Edward Everett Hale, he was promptly rejected. When Whitman died in 1892 his followers were still few, and he was not taken seriously by the thoughtful world; but a great change has taken place in twenty years. Whitman is now taken seriously by all thoughtful people, and his followers are constantly increasing. Accordingly there is need of a brief introduction to the poet and his aims, written in popular form. The need has been well met by this book. Mr. Sawyer writes as an enthusiastic disciple of Whitman, but he is not blind to Whitman's failings, and his summing-up is entirely fair and just. Having before him the work of all previous students of Whitman, the author may be said to have given us the last and best word on the poet. The reading public not yet acquainted with Whitman, can find no better introduction to this interesting character than this neat little book. TO THE READER BOOKS become known through their friends. If you take a friendly interest in this book, if it has pleased you or helped you or given you amusement, will you not tell of it to others who may also find pleasure or instruction in its reading? Thus you will be giving double pleasure: to the author whose audience you enlarge; to the new reader for having brought to his attention something of genuine merit. It is only in this way that a good book can secure the circulation it deserves. [ *Keeper* ] The University of Pennsylvania Library announces an exhibition commemorating the one hundredth anniversary of the publication of Walt Whitman's LEAVES OF GRASS to be held in the Main Library May 9 through June 9, 1955 Walt Whitman and Anne Gilchrist THIS letter from Walt Whitman to Anne Gilchrist, represented here in facsimile, is one of the most interesting and warmly human of all American literary documents. The great poet, whose Leaves of Grass were a joyful Canticle of his love for the world and for all mankind, has received from a gifted and gentle woman, whom he does not know, the message that in reading his poems, she has fallen in love with him, personally and passionately, and intends to cross the seas from England in order to be with him. Whitman's reply reveals the sensitivity of his emotional understanding: while firmly forbidding her personal expectations he provides for the salvation of her spiritual self-respect by interposing his Leaves of Grass as the proper ground on which their love can meet. Mrs. Anne Gilchrist, the widow of the critic Alexander Gilchrist, had established a position in the literary circles of the Rossettis, Swinburne, and Tennyson by completing her husband's study of William Blake when sudden death ended his labors in 1860. On reading Leaves of Grass in 1868 she wrote to William Michael Rossetti that "it holds me entirely spell-bound...with deepening delight and wonder." In May, 1870, she had published anonymously, in the Boston Radical, "A Woman's Estimate of Walt Whitman," showing that she, like other women among Whitman's early critics, understood the psychological implications of Leaves of Grass far better than the men had done. Mrs. Gilchrist had written Whitman three letters, reiterating in veiled terms her astonishing proposal, before he wrote this reply, expecting that it would forestall any embarrassment for the lady. Yet several further letters passed between them before she accepted his conditions, and their correspondence continued until her death in 1886. Thirty-three of his letters to her are now preserved in the Whitman Collection of the University Library. In spite of Whitman's continued opposition, Mrs. Gilchrist visited the United States in 1876, and settled for nearly two years in Philadelphia, 1929 North 22nd Street. She brought her three children with her: Grace; and Beatrice, who finished her education in Medicine at the University; and Herbert, the artist who painted the portraits of the Gilchrists and Whitman now in the Collection of the University. Whatever personal hopes Anne Gilchrist still might have cherished were not realized, although the poet, now "old, poor, and paralyzed," as he said, came over from Camden frequently and faithfully to visit the family, often to take tea as shown in one of the Gilchrist paintings. In May of 1878 Mrs. Gilchrist moved first to Boston, then to New York. However, the poet and his "noblest woman friend," as he now called her, were again together during the last month in America, when Whitman and the Gilchrist family were guests of mutual friends in New York City. On the day of Anne's departure, June 7, 1879, she spent the morning alone with the poet, and "both were deeply moved on rejoining the family. It was their real farewell." Whitman did not go to the dock to see the Circassa sail that afternoon. Sculley Bradley Washington City, US November 3, 1871 Dear friend, I have been waiting quite a long while for time & the right mood to answer your letter in a spirit as serious as its own, & in the same unmitigated trust & affection. But more daily work than ever has fallen upon me to do the current season, & though I am well & contented, my best moods seem to shun me. I wished to give to it a day, a sort of Sabbath or holy day apart to itself, under serene & propitious influences. confident that I could then write you a letter which would do you good, & me too. But I must at least show, without further delay, that I am not insensible to your love. I too send you my love. And do you feel no disappointment because I now write but briefly. My book is my best letter, my response, my truest explanation of all. In it I have put my body & spirit, you understand this better & fuller & clearer than any one else. And I too fully & clearly understand the loving & womanly letter it has evoked. Enough that there surely exists between us so beautiful & delicate a relation, accepted by both of us with joy. Walt Whitman Sprague Collection No 15 Nov 9F Whitman folder 1 Copied [*spotted with*] verbatim from one of the note books which I used to keep for my own pleasure, when I lived, years ago,in the beautiful valley of the Little Miami in Southwestern Ohio. Sat.April 23,1897:- Past week has been a very changeable one.Last three days have been oppressively warm.The foliage of trees & undergrowth a rapidly putting forth after the long delay caused by the cold weather. Change very sudden and very great - from quite cold weather to sultry days. Today bright,warm,sunshiny and breezy.Large masses of up-piled cloud scenery in sky -- fleecy and with[xxxzz] great apparent depth. Noted a peculiar insect out in rear of house - about size of bumble-bee, which it resembled except for a dried-up,skeletonized look as of the shadow or ghost of a bee,it hummed on invisible gauze wings over last year's iron-weed blooms - a shadow bee,gathering mythical honey from the ghosts of the gorgeous purple flowers that were. The swallows have been about for three days now.Last Wednesday evening,coming up the hill from the train,I he[a]rd and recognized the "chitter-chitter" of swallows overhead,and sure enough,far up above the tree-tops I discovered three of these active flyers.Have seen the same (?) three birds every evening since,also in the mornings - but no others yet. Out across-lots to Spooner's woods to the S.W.of our house to seek for "fawn-lily" seed pods for John Burroughs as I promised him a year ago I would do.Found several,but all too green yet.Many of the pods h have been either broken off the stem or eaten into by some insect near the base of pods.Noticed that nearly every pod,instead of being supported upright in the air by its stem,drooped over until pod lay on the ground,generally hidden from sight under the leaves, thus!- evidently the plant's method of sowing its seed - the pod covered entire the seed dropped and covered by leaf-mold. A beautiful slope covered with deep rich grass - the new leaves shooting up thru last yearVs remains,making a thick cushion carpet, into which the foot sinks to the ankle - over this arches the low scraggy apple trees,and their just opening blossoms make the air heavy with perfume. Cedars mingle their dark fol[o]iage with the tender green of newborn leaves on the budding deciduous trees. The low-sinking sun casts a mellow [xxxxx] and refining light over and trhu the trees,deepening the darkness of the evergreens and making lighter the pale green of the new leaves. Cardinals flash their brilliant scarlet across the sun-shot and shadowy vistas,some uttering their call and others whistling an evensong. Suddenly,over the scene,comes floating the golden song of the wood-thrush,its liquid-leisurely notes falling in perfect accord with the scene and hour upon my 'raptured ear. I follow the notes - a siren strain - down the soft,sweet-smelling slope,across a narrow meadow where hundreds of violets mingle their rich blues and purples with the greens of the sward,over to the creek bank.Still the sweet strains continue, and I locate definitely the spot where the music originates,but cannot,even with my glass,make out the singer,who sits high up in the huge hickory tree near Hendricks' house.A farm wagon finally frightens him and he flies down to the creek bed,a few hundred feet away.Following, I find him at last running along the sandy bank, dodging under the grasses and sedges,picking up a supper and offering musical thanks therefor alternately. (OVER) ([xxxx] A beautiful fellow -- very tawny back, head and shoulders, shading down to an oliveaceous gray on rump and tail -- his rich, white vest spotted with brown, shows plainly. The frogs nearby, inspired doubtless by his sweet notes, try to emulate him. But what a dismal failure! -- Their guttural notes while pleasing when heard not in contrast to this beautiful song, seem coarse and harsh. It startles the thrush, who quickly and nervously hops to a horizontal leaning willow trunk and looks anxiously about him with his alarm note going -- "chwit-chwit-chwit-chwit" -- very much like Robin's guttural and common call. While sitting thus, facing me, I could plainly see his rich vest: a dark spot was noticeable under the base of the lower mandible. His off-hand manner of a moment ago, when he hopped unconcernedly along, uttering his leisurely notes, contrasts strongly with his preoccupied look and note of worry. Evidently Mr. W. Thrush is not closely acquainted with Brother Frog. Swallows -- a pair -- fluttered, sailed and chittered far up in the blue. How wonderful their powers of flight, so easy, graceful yet how powerful. Returning home, just at the edge of nightfall, I disturbed two large birds (I think cardinals) in a cedar -- too dark to identify. This evening, picked my first this year's Wild Strawberry blossom on the wooded slope of Spooner's wood. May 14, 1896: - 6 A.M. Had a good look at chat in the same tree as here-to-fore. Fine view of breast and under parts. This fellow, instead of a bright gamboge yellow on throat and breast is of a right orange on throat, lightening gradually by delicate shading until white at legs and belly. He repeats three notes, principally, this morning -- "Yeah!-thit-ah -- also notes of tree-toad, rain-crow and gutteral frog-like note. How such a harsh sound can come from such a comparatively small bird's throat is a puzzle, especially a throat that can also give forth the sweet, soft sounds I have heard immediately following these "saw-file" notes. June 7, 1896: - A beautiful spot on the edge of a steeply sloping creek-bank. Little chickadees make the air busy with their miniature blue-jay notes. As we stand still looking about and drinking into our souls the myriad beauties of Nature which surround us, the momentary hush is broken by a guttural, rasping "kuk-kuk-kuk-kuk," a sound not so loud as penetrating. The note of a cuckoo. I take a few steps in the direction, as I think, of the sound and the bird flies from nearly overhead to a tree some 30 feet distant. I had thought him in the latter tree all the time, such a ventriloquistic quality has his call. I focus my glass and watch intently for any movement of the throat or bill whan he gives his call. At first I see no movement, the sound is made without his opening the bill surely -- but no, closer watching shows his bill opened slightly, I can see a tiny slip of blue sky between his upper and lower mandibles. His harsh, rasping "kuk" is uttered as smoothly and as fluidly as one easily imagines his mournful "coo-oo-oo" of other times. No movement as if the notes were forced out. How different from the actions of a pair of crows far up in the tall top of a tree on opposite bank. The crow in uttering his "caw-caw-caw", which is scarcely more gutteral and harsh than the cuckoo's "kuk-kuk", raises his wings from his sides and throws his head forward with extended neck, as if to throw his whole weight against the notes and cast them from him." Some Authors on the Doubleday, Page & Co. List for 1917 This interesting collection of photographs represents twenty-six of the 1917 Doubleday, Page & Co. authors. Most of them appear on the Fall list, which originally comprised forty titles. This has been reduced to the thirty-one of genuine importance and value. The "intensive cultivation" of books has many advantages in time of peace; it becomes increasingly vital in time of war. It means, first of all, "Fewer and Better Books"—the elimination of all but the worthiest titles. It means that Publisher and Bookseller will concentrate their energies and their advertising effort where they will have the most effect. It means to the dealer quicker turn-over of stock, which is the only road to increased profits in these war days of high overhead expense. After reading this Folder, hang it where your customers can look at the pictures of their favorite authors ELLEN GLASGOW ERNEST THOMPSON SETON MARJORIE BENTON COOKE FRANKLIN P. ADAMS IAN HAY (Copyright by Piric MacDonald) GRACE S. RICHMOND LOUIS RAEMAEKERS BOOTH TARKINGTON Interesting Pictures of Authors on the Doubleday, Page & Co. List for 1917 The smallest and most distinguished list of books from the Country Life Press in a number of years Your book-seller will be glad to tell you about the books that they have written HELEN R. MARTIN JAMES LANE ALLEN RUDYARD KIPLING SELMA LAGERLÖF GENE STRATTON-PORTER SOPHIE KERR ELEANOR HOYT BRAINERD Rudyard Kipling David Grayson Joseph Conrad Booth Tarkington Selma Langerlöf Louis Raemaekers Walt Witman Dr. G. Stanley Hall Kathleen Norris Maud Mortimer Gene Stratton-Porter Ellen Glasgow James Lane Allen Ernest Thompson Seton Ian Hay Helen R. Martin Grace S. Richmond Eleanor Hoyt Brainerd KATHLEEN NORRIS JOSEPH CONRAD From the bust by Jo Davidson Marjorie Benton Cooke Peter B. Kyne Franklin P. Adams Wadsworth Camp H. G. Dwight Ralph Page Harriet T. Comstock Walter Prichard Eaton Sophie Kerr Hugh Gibson E. S. Martin Logan Pearsall Smith Jack Lait Darragh Aldrich James Oliver Curwood Colonel E. D. Swinton Dr. Everett T. Tomlinson Chistopher Morley HARRIET T. COMSTOCK WADSWORTH CAMP PETER B. KYNE DR. G. STANLEY HALL WALTER PRICHARD EATON JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD E. S. MARTIN JACK LAIT H. G. DWIGHT The Only Complete Authorized Works of WALT WHITMAN NOW PUBLISHED BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY Announcement is made by Doubleday, Page & Co. that the only complete authorized editions of the Walt Whitman books have just been taken over by them. These editions and works include: "Leaves of Grass," complete, green leather, $3.00 Complete Prose, Popular Edition . cloth, $1.50 "Leaves of Grass," complete, . . cloth, $1.50 Complete Prose, Library Edition . cloth, 2.00 "With Walt Whitman in Camden." By HORACE TRAUBEL. 3 vols. . . . . . . . Per vol. 3.00 WALT WHITMAN "Never since the songs of the Bible has any poet harped his message with such charm and magic, the flowing, flowing through it of the great winds of the world." JOHN COWPER POWYS English Poet, Lecturer and Novelist TO AMERICANS Turn the pages of "Leaves of Grass" and you will see that the very arrangement of the book parallels the spiritual march of the United States into war. An almost perfect text-book of Democracy! Walt Whitman City of Ships Positively uncanny in its modernity is the poerty of Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman, the poet of War, the poet of Democracy, sang his tremendous song in 1863 or thereabouts. For these many years he has been dead, yet to-day Walt Whitman' spirit may be said to be fighting shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the Allies that "the world may be made safe for democracy." Consider for a moment the marvelous significance of the following in our own shipping situation: City of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the beautiful sharp-bow'd steamships and sail ships!) City of the world! (For all races are here, All the lands of the earth make contributions here;) City of the sea! city of hurried and glittering tides! City whose gleeful tides continually rush or recede, whirling in and out with eddies and foam! City of wharves and stores—city of tall façades of marble and iron! Proud and passionate city—mettlesome, mad, extravagant city! Spring up O city—not for peace alone, but be indeed yourself, war-like! Fear not—submit to no models but your own O city! Behold me—incarnate me as I have incarnated you! I have rejected nothing you offered me—whom you adopted I have adopted, Good or bad, I never question you—I love all—I do not condemn anything, I chant and celebrate all that is yours—yet peace no more, In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine, War, red war, is my song through your streets, O city! The Commissioners of the Delaware River Port Authority cordially invite you to attend the ceremonies incident to the opening of the Walt Whitman Bridge connecting Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and Gloucester City, New Jersey Wednesday morning, May fifteenth nineteen hundred and fifty-seven ten-thirty o'clock (daylight saving time) at the mid-point of the bridge James V. Baney, Vice-Chairman J. William Markeim, Chairman Joseph K. Costello, Executive Director John M. McCullough, Secretary Edwin R. Cox Arthur C. King Bruce A. Wallace Morris Duane Counsel Weldon B. Heyburn Edward C. McAuliffe Charles R. Barber Erwin S. Cunard Edward G. Budd, Jr. James P. Johnson Modjeskiand Masters Ammann and Whitney Engineers Samuel B. Regalbuto Ralph Cornell Ted Schlanger Earl B. Howe Harbeson Hough Livingston and Larson Architects Frank M. Steinberg Transcribed and reviewed by contributors participating in the By The People project at crowd.loc.gov.