Well I suppose you have just rec'd the little bound Vol. Nov Boughs—& I fancy you saying "It looks plain & common enough—not handsome or presentable evidently at first—but let us see what it has to give us for good—if any"—Dave McKay has taken the lot & will be the publisher—& I am satisfied so—What it all results time will show—
A dark rainy day & I am sitting here as usual, nothing bad—in fact nothing very new—a bowel movement this forenoon—no breast &c aches at present, but they were bad & continued yesterday & night before last, dwelling left side, heart area. To-day I am feeling pretty fairly—Mr & Mrs Johnston, my N Y friends, call'd yesterday to see me—I had a letter from Buxton Forman (wh' I will send you—Horace has it now)—sends authentic the anecdote we heard ab't of Geo: Elliot & L of G—I have rec'd a letter f'm Wm O Connor—his eyes are troubling badly—but he wields spirit & determination same as ever—am drawing to a close my perusing history Louis Fourteenth—poor old creetur (as the old woman said to the Devil)—Every thing quiet here to-day.
Walt Whitman