
I sent word to Horace one day that I had an intuition that you were about to enter
upon a new lease of life. The next day the telegraph announced you were slightly
improved from a
severe attack of "heart failure." Now Horace writes you are quite yourself again. I
take it my spirit-sense of your condition is not likely to fail after all. But the
hot weather is
coming, & we shall get it by July good & hot. I hope I can get into
comfortable shape by the time it reaches Camden.
Am glad Horace is at hand to afford any help you might need.
I have about concluded not to go to the Cin. Exposition. There is so much red tape it
will cost me all of $20 to exhibit a few busts. I am calculating on starting for Chicago
middle of next week. I'd like to look in
on the Chicago Convention—just to see the shape of the heads that are
prominent.
I notice a marked difference in the political atmosphere here & in Mass. People here are more
rambunkious; they get mad. The republicans are high toned
& look down on democrats. If you show any proclivities of
democratic color they wonder how you can. How can white think well of black? And
then, the anti-copperhead talk is still rampant here. The dems are sore some over
the
slaughter of Gray, & Harrison would catch many sore head votes. If the Republicans have got
to have a rushing campaign, they'll get it sooner with the freedom of old Tipicanu (?)
than with the cold blooded Sherman. But
I believe Blain would sweep the States. Every body fairly dances when his name is
mentioned. Strange. I can't understand it. Somehow I am drawn personally more to
Cleveland than any
one of the others. And yet, he's a kind of a pork.
Well, this is a hot day here. I hope you keep mending, & that you only went back a little for a new start.
Kindly, Morse.