I send you the latest from our dear friend O'Connor not knowing whether you will get word directly—I am having one of my bad spells, but it will probably pass over—I have had my breakfast, (two or three stewed oysters & a piece of toast)—am sitting here in the little front room down stairs—the sun is shining & my bird singing—I havent been out in many days—pretty cold here—I recd a letter from J. B. Marvin, his circular "Bureau of Information at Washington" &c—Washington—I am billed to read the Lincoln lecture in the Unitarian Church here, April 5—See if I can get there—God bless you all—
Walt Whitman.