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  My dear Sir.

I have read in the newspapers the account of your dangerous illness, and hasten to extend to you a little information and advice.—I am but two weeks off from my bed, after having suffered for six weeks with Bronchial Pneumonia,—such as you are said to have.—I was taken down at my farm in Westchester County near Pleasantville station on the Harlem road. And my doctor was Doct Swift of that place. He brought me through, refusing to permit any cupping as was done in Florences case; but taking good care, that during every half   hour, I should have a fresh, hot flax seed poultice over my lungs in front—not covering the shoulder blades, except that he gave me a jacket over my shirt, to protect from cold, as I thrashed about. The jacket was a linen one with sleeves. so that I should not feel the heat of one.—Now, after a short time, (only a few hours,) from my left lung, (the one worst affected,) I began to throw off a green mucus.—This continued for days.—My breath came & went with a rattle. but this he assured me would disappear, as it finally did.—My doctor insisted I would live.—others said no. I could not.—He also gave my nurse each night instructions that at the end of each 2 hours, I should take a milk punch of Jamaica rum, milk & sugar,—a wine glass full.—And daytime I should take 2 or 3 as I needed or felt inclined.—He gave me then sauce to eat.   such as Partridges, and in fact any thing I felt I could relish. To those flax seed poultices and the stimulants which kept me up, I owe my recovery. I am still a little weak, but my strength is daily improving.—I believe you can recover if you will follow my suggestions. And you can write to Doct Swift, or I will for you if you desire & notify me, for the other medicines he gave me to help the poultices on.

If I can benefit you, you can rest assured I shall   only be too happy to do so.—

My address is for the next week at this Hotel. After that to my office 132 Nassau Street New York City.

Yours Very Sincerely Edward T Wood The Honored Walt Whitman

P.S. I used the poultices of flax seed so hot, that I could barely endure them. Gradually I got so I could have one put on so hot I could not bear my hand upon it. He also painted my lungs with Iodine.—but put the flax seed, red hot right over it.

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