Horace call'd to say you w'd not start till Monday next—All right—nothing since f'm O'C[onnor], wh' is the most pressing matter with me now—I fear he is having a bad time—& think of him much—Nothing very different or new in my affairs—my "cold in the head" still hangs on—some twinge of bladder trouble, but nothing serious—upon the whole am getting along pretty fairly I fancy—have a fancy, contemplation, of a small edition of L of G with Annex & "Backward Glance," all bound in pocket-book style pretty well, probably morocco, edges cut pretty close—Have rec'd the Pall Mall, Jan: 25, with a long favorable notice of Nov. Boughs—I sh'd send it now, but have lent it over to McKay to look at—shall keep it for you—no rec't yet of the German trans: book—Dr Karl Knortz has an office at 19 Dey St: New York not far from P O & wants you to stop & see him when you can.
Wednesday 20th—Sunny & cool & fine to-day—My brother Jeff from St Louis (topographical engineer) here—(as he grows older, we look curiously alike—you would know he was my brother)—he is not well, stomach & throat botheration—goes back to St Louis to-night—
Horace came last night with the tel[egram] that you w'd not start till next Monday—bowel action this mn'g—am sitting as usual by my stove—The enc: is f'm Ernest Rhys to me, nothing particular, but E R always cheery & welcome—I guess A Gardner, publisher, Paisley, Scotland, must have sent copies of his little ed'n Nov: B. around to English and Scotch editors—very good—I have sent y'r Sarrazin abstract to be put in type—Shall give it to you to read proof—no hurry—it is in some resp[ect]s the best thing said ab't us—
Walt Whitman