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I am thinking of you a great deal in this lovely September weather, wondering how it is with you, dreaming of that September eight years ago when you were here. In another month I suppose we shall have the two books the "N.B." and the "C.W." Before that time or soon after it I may see you—all looks well for the meter so far and I may be east a good deal looking after it. I wonder how it is we (at least, I) hear nothing these times of Kennedy and his "Walt Whitman." I fear publishers are not smiling upon him—fifty years from now  they would be glad enough to get it. I am hard at work on a paper or pamphlet or something or other on the same subject but goodness knows when it will see type—however nothing like pegging away—our turn will come some time I suppose since "every dog has his day"

Let me hear from you when you feel up to it—it seems a long time since I saw your handwriting or the envelope of a letter

We are all well and we all send love to you

I am always affectionately yours RM Bucke   See notes Sept 5, '88