Am sitting here by the window in the little front room down stairs, well wrapt up—for though bright & sunny it is a cold freezing day—have had my dinner (of rare stewed oysters, some toasted graham bread & a cup of tea—relished all)—am about as usual—ups & downs—had rather a bad day yesterday—lay on the lounge most of the day—now better—the worst is my enforced house-imprisonment, sometimes two weeks at a time—Spirits & heart though mainly gay, which is the best half of the battle—Love & comfort to you, my friends—your wives & all—Write often as you can—(monotony is now the word of my life)—
Walt WhitmanWhen read send to John Burroughs, West Park, Ulster County, New York.