Afraid you are having a sick time of it, dear sister—think ab't it all—very quiet here the last two days—few visitors & then I send excuses—eat my meals fairly—just had a good little broil'd mutton chop for my supper (Still eat no dinner)—$5 enclosed—Sunny but cool—will send you a better acc't of the birth-day supper the young fellows gave me, soon as I get copies. Best love & God bless you—
y'r affectionate brother
Walt Whitmando you remember who James Townsend, N Y., was? He is dead (of shock—there was a fire near & he was hurriedly removed)—he was very old—good—was Priscilla's husband—mother's cousin—P. is dead—also John Avery—