cor West.
Camden,
N. Jersey. U.S. America Jan 27
76 My dear Rudolf Schmidt
It is now some time since I have written to you, or heard any thing from you. I still remain here laid up unwell from my paralysis—but keep much the same—no worse. I enclose you some slips—those relating to myself, (which tell their own story) because I know you will be interested in any thing about me—and the humorous pieces because I remember you are curious about American dialect & fun literature.
As I write, it is a dark, rainy, muddy day. I am to recite a piece tonight for the benefit of the poor fund—it will be printed in the paper, & I will send it to you. I tell you this partly to show you I still take some part in affairs, though I am badly shattered & old.
Remember your letters are always welcome to me.
Walt Whitman