Your kind letter of Dec. 6, rec'd—& much welcomed—
I thank you deeply & Mr Lovering also—but do not consent to being an applicant for a pension, as spoken of—I do not deserve it—Send word to Mr Lovering, or show him this—I thank him deeply—
I am living here in my shanty, in good spirits, but sadly disabled physically—(have a hard job to get from one room to the next)—Am occupied in getting ready the copy of a little book—my last—to be called "November Boughs"—the pieces in prose and verse I have thrown out the last four years—
Best love to you & to all my Boston friends—
Walt Whitman