Y'rs came this morning & welcome—Nothing very different here—much the same with me in health &c:—am feeling at the best I am capable of these times (& that is poor enough)—had a fresh egg & nice biscuit & coffee for my breakfast—sleep fairly yet—Warren is still with me & is very kind & good—gives me first rate massages, (twice a day)—Harry is quite unwell—the stomach seems to have given out, obstinately & badly, & there are other bad features—but H is young, good-spirited & the spring of year is at hand—all favorable points to threaten'd or incipient sickness—Mrs: D[avis] is well & smiling as usual—all send love & best remembrance to you—as I do too—
I send the Camden "Morning News" of this mn'g wh' has a piece ab't me—the English register'd envelope, tho' common enough, will be one of the curios for y'r stamp collection—Ed, the little dinner b'k is a present to you, & is not to be paid for—Do you remember Harry Stafford—He is quite sick—has fits of being out of his mind—his wife has a new baby boy—Mrs: Somers's husband is dead & buried—a young RR friend Elwood Mills (consumption) was buried a few days ago, Warren's friend—you remember Florence over in Phila? She has a fine little red-headed baby boy—So the contrast—birth & life—just here I receive a beautiful bunch of great white lilies, sent me f'm Bermuda—Ed, when a fellow learns he knows little or nothing in reality, the old Socratic rule was, he was beginning to learn the very best—God bless you, boy—
Always your friend Walt Whitman