
All goes much as usual—eating oysters, pumpkin pie, Graham bread, coffee &c: Send you here with printed slip of "Old Poets"—(have sent a copy to editor Transcript and one to Baxter)—Horace Traubel is back (cant tell you how I miss'd him) with glowing acct's of his visit & Dr B & his ways & character—& of lunatics Canada, Niagara &c: &c: Sh'd you want another slip or two of Old Poets I can furnish you—splendid sunny day here—cold & dry (after rain) am going out now propell'd in wheel chair—still have the grip & bladder trouble—have an oak fire—sit at present in the heavy arm chair & old wolf-skin on back (this is the third or fourth winter) as formerly—God bless you all
Walt Whitman