
I was very glad to get your card, but sorry to hear you are under the weather. I
trust the spring which is now near will set you up again. I keep pretty well, as do
wife & Julian. We have been
here all winter. I have been busy with my pen, turning out pot-boilers, nothing else I shall
keep an eye out for your N.A. article. I see it in the
reading rooms in Po'keepsie. Poughkeepsie
I have been sending some things to the Independent & to the Christian Union at the
request of the editors. It is surprising how much heresy these papers can stand. I
think they secretly like it. I see nothing in the literary horizon, no coming poet
or philosopher My opinion is that life is
becoming pretty thin. Our
civilization runs all to head & crudeness, no character, no heart in anything now adays nowadays
Most of the magazine poetry is utterly barren. It is like poor
mortar—too much sand for the lime.
I am in a hurry to see spring. I want to taste the earth again. The ground here has been deeply covered since early in Dec. Rain & fog to-day.
With much love John Burroughs

