
Have sent off some poemets to make two pages for Arena magazine printed in Boston to I N Baker( with R G Ingersoll)—ask $100 for the whole—No proof or news rec'd by me of my "National Literature" piece sent to N A Review—probably dont suit—Stoddart (Lippincott's Mag) contemplates a full page of my poemets in mag—suppose you got the slips "Sunset Breeze" bit—
Sunny to day, sharp cold, squally wind gales here—am beleagured with belly-ache quite bad is apt to begin at day break—is on me now—diaphragm region & upper breast at times sore and achy—(probably bad digestion)—bowel voiding action (tho not good) is by no means as obstinately bad as a year ago, & as it has been past—Enclose letters, (tho' not knowing whether they may interest you)—send also a little ¶ in "Munyon's Ill: World"—am sitting here as usual in my den—oak wood fire—big wolf skin over back of chair—Warry is downstairs practicing on his fiddle—Mrs. D is out in the kitchen room cooking—she has just bro't up a dish of nice crispy sweet cakes, (but I set them away & think I best not eat them, at any rate at present)—Horace here last evn'g—a small earthquake in the financial world just now, as you see in the papers—well the money question is the least of my troubles—yr letters rec'd & always cheer me—Respect & love to Mrs. B. (the 15th page of the paper is for her to read to the young children)
Walt Whitman
