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  My Dear Old Friend.

Please accept of my warmest thanks for your kind postcard of Aug 16th from which I was glad to hear that you were "keeping around much as usual," but sorry to know that you were troubled with insomnia & had bad nights. It grieves me to hear of your continued prostration & suffering & to know that I can do nothing for you but write   stupid letters, while you are constantly showering Blessings & Gifts upon me.

I have received so many of these from you that I hesitate about accepting your last generous offer to "order the W.W. clay head at 40 Grosvenor r'd London" to be sent to me or to Wallace

You ask me if I "wd care for" it. Indeed, and I would do much more than care for it. I would prize it very, very highly & would give it a place of honour in my home second to none of my possessions

 

About the time you receive this letter my dear friend, Wallace, will arrive at Phila. & will shortly after see you face to face & hold brief & loving converse with you, if you are well enough to see him, as I sincerely trust you will be. The mere thought of his meeting you fills me with undescribable emotion & my heart fairly wells with love for you both & I long to be with you & to enjoy the sweet communion which will be his.

But I must content myself with retrospective   pleasures which to me [illegible] very very precious; & henceforth will be doubly so now that my dear friend can enter fully into them.

God bless you both!

A good letter from him, at Queenstown—all going on well with him—in good spirits & not ill at all.

P.C. from Dr. Bucke ditto

I am sending a bundle of photos to Dr. wh. he will let you see & give you first choice out of. Wallace has a lot with him for you all.

With kindest regards to Mrs Davis Warry & Harry & with best heart-love to your self

I remain yours affectionately J. Johnston.