Y'rs rec'd—Enclose this little billet to Mrs: Spaulding—(I have lost the address)—Ed, I feel a little easier f'm my long grip—just ate my supper & relish'd it—was out an hour in the wheel chair this afternoon—quite warm—Warren & Mrs. Davis well—Harry pretty well (he has sold out the grocery)—Horace Traubel comes regularly—I expect Dr Bucke ab't May 12—my legs even a little feebler (fell down to-day)—have many visitors, invitations &c (some to swell dinners) all declined with thanks & respects—
As I write it is nearly sunset (days are getting quite long here) & I am sitting up here in the old den, same old heavy timber'd cane seat chair, & pretty much the same as when you was here—
Good bye, Ed, for the present & God bless you, boy— Walt Whitman