I am still here neither worse nor better—but keeping in my sick room & in the big old chair—have had something to see to in printing my books & it has probably done me more good than harm—& it all (the printing) has gone on & is going on satisfactorily—Herbert has arrived all right & is stopping over in Philadelphia—quite busy—he is to have a studio there & paint—rather thinks (but it has not yet been settled definitely) he has secured a studio already—He has been over to see me—a short visit this time—He looks hearty & handsome, red & fat & first rate—he will come down before long & see you & then tell you more fully his plans—wh' he did not to-day—but I believe he thinks stopping, working & painting here for a year to come—
I have not heard from any of you for quite a while—send me word how things are—tell me abt Debbys baby & everything—George & Harry, as far as you know—& how are you yourself—I am sitting here alone up in my room, writing this—Mrs: Davis has been an hour or two ago out to the City Hall to pay my taxes (over $34)—& some thief there stole a nice valuable silk sun umbrella from her—gone—Hope this will find you well—& God bless all—
Walt Whitman