
Well I suppose Horace & Annie have started southwestward, & are expectable here to-morrow noon—the horrible lassitude & caved-in feeling is upon me to-day—Dr L comes often & does his best but the head, gastric & bladder lesions remain & operate in the main—I am often told "you look well enough" but it is a mockery—warm yet pleasant weather, & I feel a welcome breeze—the financial embezzlements in Phil: are yet the great topic—nothing greater of the kind ever happen'd—it is fearful to say they are representative—what next?—
Sunday aft'n—June 14—Horace & Annie have ret'd safely & the MS: goes into Stoddart's hands to morrow (I have mark'd a little more can be cut still)—fine weather here—hot—good bath a few hours ago—a letter to H. f'm Lowell!!—(good hevings where are we going to?)—am sitting here as usual—might be worse—bad, (congested?) half-achy head—
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