
I send you my letter a day ahead this week—Nothing new with me—rec'd the letter of last Sunday—also the Capital, and the Herald—I had a day or two's visit[—]very acceptable[—]from John Burroughs last Saturday & Sunday—he has built a house on the Hudson river about 80 miles from N.Y.—has a little farm there, 9 or 10 acres, very nice—As I write I am feeling comfortable, (but every day & every night seems to bring its bad spell, or several of them.)—Somehow I still feel that I shall come round, & that we shall be together & have some good times again—but I don't know.
Your Walt