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  Walt Whitman My Dear Walt

Your letter did not reach me: till tonight, when I was getting ready to go to New York:   else I wd​ have hastened to your "Den" & drank to our noble selves in the promised sour mash.

I have been a little-worried lately over things in general & in some sense, at beginning life over again, else I wd​ not have jumped so quick at your ill-treatment of me.

God knows & Walt knows that I am as   slow as the wrath of God—to take offense especially at what my friends do or say. Life in the main, has taught me as Bailey says

"That all religion can inspire is—Hope—: And all mortality can teach is—Bear"!

(2) To start right again I think you had better send me my MSS—and let me do as I d—m please with it . . I will send it to the World

Will see you as soon as I get back from N.Y. . .

Remember that the friend most solicitous of your welfare at the "Scovel House" has always been the undersigned—

James Matlack Scovel—  

I shall never allude to the "old son" again!