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—Bright sunny day—Am getting along—no worse—if anything indications of better—the obstinate long bowel-chock shows a suspicion of being started, (but I mustn't hurrah before clearing the woods)—something like a (limited but decided) bowel discharge last evn'g—& another slight one to-day—

Mrs. D has just bro't me a small cup of hot wheat gruel (salt) wh' tastes good & I have taken—J W W has sent me the Nat. Review Eng. wherein I read the piece by Wm Sharp on Amer National Literature—nothing deep—my Bolton friends are very kind & punctual—O'Connor's "Android" begins (half printed I guess) in the Atlantic for April—the print adjoining is to-day's Phil. Inquirer.

"The Brazen Andriod" is the curious title of a story by the late William D. O'Connor, which has been found among his papers since his death. The first part appears in the April Atlantic. It gives a vivid picture of mediæval London, and its chief characters are the King, Henry III, Simon de Montfort, and Roger Bacon—the artificer of the prophetic android. Mr. O'Connor's previous stories, "The Carpenter," and "The Ghost," made some stir in the literary world at the time they were published: and this posthumous work stands out amid the mass of every-day short stories with startling distinctness.

Y'rs of 27th came to-day—I continue to like the visits of Dr Longaker—Van Stafford (one of the boys) was here last evn'g—the S's are there yet ab't same—the elder George keeps up but I am afraid is substantially dismantled (I don't know—may be better than I think for)—Poor Harry has moved home to his parents with his wife & two young ones—I take pills, the Fred. water & use the catheter—

Tuesday 1½ P M—March 31 Dr L has been—thinks the affair is going on satisfactory—& I guess it is—bowel action not copious but decided every day the last three days—McKay just orders six sets big books in sheets—the "Truth" people have paid me ($26) for two moderate contributions—I don't think Ing's Shakspere piece in N Y. has been reported or printed—(kept back I guess for fuller corrections)—dark glum weather to-day—lots of grip around & I have mine plain & settled—have just sent Warry up for more Fred: bottles (take a little in hot water every mn'g)—have just written to Dr Johnston—have just sent back some proofs (to page 36)—Mrs: O'C is still in office at Wash'n—Chief Kimball has sent the Life-Service Reports to H T. who thinks of excerpting W D O'C's special parts, as I suppose you know. It is 2 P M as I close & all goes fairly

Walt Whitman