
Here I sit toward sunset in my big old chair in the 2d story room in Mickle street wafting affectionate wishes over to you—
Nothing new or notable in my affairs. I am still alive & in as good trim & spirits as the rule & fates & luck permit—go out sometimes propell'd in a wheel chair—Dr Bucke is well & busy (So much in these words)
Love to you & all— Walt Whitman