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  Dear Walt,

Just a line or two, while I have an opportunity to convey my daily message of loving good wishes.

I wrote to you last from Dr Bucke's office yesterday morning. At one o'clock he drove me down to the Railway Station with my trunk & did one or two errands in town. (Dr Beemer accompanying us part way & charging me to convey his regards to you) Then back again to the house.   Final adieux—& then the messenger drove me down to the cars

Left London @ 4.25—a lovely afternoon, beautiful lights upon the country as we passed, every moment presenting new & beautiful pictures—till dusk set in & we reached Hamilton. Changed trains there.—arriving at Toronto @ 8.45. Went to Walker House there, & at 9.15 went to bed

Up early & left Toronto @ 8.45. Have just arrived here & have to wait till 3 o'clock for a train on!   Write this at an hotel, while waiting for dinner. After dinner will stroll through the town.

Some rain during the night at Toronto. Beautiful day again, but much cooler.

The country traversed this morning resembles in the main the country between Hamilton & London—but somewhat wilder in character. Comparatively flat, though "rolling" slightly—Wide spacious landscapes, arching skies with wonderful cloud forms, unpainted frame houses (except in towns) grate fences, fields full of tree–stumps—fair number of cattle.  

Am full of thoughts of my old chum Fred Wild. It is on his account that I come out here. When he was 20, he came out here & lived for some months at Fenelon Falls and Bobcaygeon, & wrote long & most friendly letters from there. Twelve months ago, he revisited the old places, & he will be delighted to hear of my visit.

You, dearest of friends, have redoubled the value of all our friendships, & your influence is to make them more & more precious. Love & gratitude to you evermore.

All good wishes to you continually J W Wallace