
Yr's of 6th just comes—(are you not a little blue?—it's no use—one has to obey orders & do duty & face the music till he gets formal dismissal—& may as well come up to the scratch smiling)—I am still getting along thro the hot season—have things pretty favorable here in my shanty with ventilation (night & day) frequent bathing, light meals & lassaiz faire—all wh' makes it better for me in my utterly helpless condition to tug it out here in Mickle street, than transfer myself some where to sea-shore or mountain—It is not for a long time any how—then Elias Hicks's saying to my father "Walter, it is not so much where thee lives, but how thee lives." Symonds's new vols: ["Essays, Speculative & Suggestive"] are deep, heavy, bookish, infer not things or thoughts at first hand but at third or fourth hand, & after the college point of view—the essays are valuable, but appear to me to be elderly chestnuts mainly—Horace is preparing an article ab't me for N E Magazine—I make dabs with the little 2d Annex & licking it in shape—I made my breakfast on bread, honey & a cup of coffee—a cloudy drizzling day, pleasant—Love to you & the frau—
Walt Whitman

