Yours came yesterday evn'g—Mrs. Stafford here yesterday—Harry has the still same trouble with the throat—it gets neither worse [nor] better—H seems interested in what they call "politics"—he is I suppose greatly anxious ab't Harrison's election—the whole thing is mixed—I shall myself be content (following Epictetus's advice to those who watch the great games) with whoever the people put in—
Nothing new or special in my affairs—I sit here ab't the same—Mr Musgrove rec'd a note from our friend Harned this morning that after Monday next a new nurse & help carer for me w'd be install'd—M has always been kind & attentive to me—I suppose you have got the copy of Nov. B in McKay's style of binding—McK has been (is) off N Y & Boston ward "drumming"—is expected to come back to-day or to-morrow—Sorry indeed to hear such bad prospects of Pardee—I recd a few lines dated Oct 27 from O'C[onnor], also a postal from Mrs. O'C—the eye trouble still continued—lively letter in ab't the same as usual—kind, affectionate, & sparkling. Horace comes unfailingly & is a main reliance—
I feel half & half—pretty fair bowel movements—no Osler for ten days—bright & sunny to-day—Have been reading Matthew Arnold's "Heine"—also George Elliot on same—both good (but probably not exhaustive)—
God bless you— Walt Whitman