
Well, Maurice, you must have rec'd Horace's "Camden's Compliment" sheets, as he sent them to you last evn'g, as soon as he could get a copy f'm the printing office—I have just been looking over them—a curious & interesting collection—a concentering of praise & eulogy rather too single & unanimous & honeyed for my esthetic sense—(for tho' it has not got around, that same esthetic is one of my main governments, I may candidly say to you)—
I am sitting here alone & pretty dull & heavy—fairly, though, I guess —bowel movement—rainy, raw, dark weather—oak wood fire—nothing further ab't Ed's leaving here, but I suppose he intends leaving—he is here yet—We have got along very well indeed—A book rec'd f'm Edwd Carpenter "Civilization, its cause & Cure" (the disease part of all)—few visitors lately—a steady shower of autograph applications by mail—carpenter & mason here propping up this old shanty—it was giving out & down—I have been reading (4th time probably) Walter Scott's "Legend of Montrose" and other of his Scotch stories—Dave McKay sent them over—Mary Davis is good to me, as always—had a pretty fair night, (Ed generally gives me a good currying before)—had an egg, cocoa & bread & honey for breakfast—
Walt Whitman
