Nothing special or new with me—Still stagger under the bad cold in the head, indigestion &c—was out driving yesterday afternoon—beautiful spring—enjoyed it much—rec'd a note f'm Mr Smith to-day that he had been ill & confined for a month, mostly a badly inflamed eye, a pretty serious case—suffering badly—but is getting over it. Mrs. S has sailed for England—Donnelly's book I see is out—a case of "great cry & little wool" I opine—
Walt Whitman