
Your kind letter is received and the sad news of your ill
health makes this pleasant
weather even
seem tiresome and out of place. I had hoped to find you the same hale and whole man I had met in New
York a few years go ago
and now I shall perhaps find you
bearing you a staff and full of pain
and torture. However my dear friend as you have lived from within and nor
from without I am sure you will be able to bear whatever comes with
that beautiful faith and philosophy you have ever given us in your great and immortal chants.
I am coming to you really soon, as you request; but I cannot say to day or yet tomorrow for I am in the midst of work and am not altogether my own master. But I will come and we will talk it all over together. In the meantime remember that whateer whatever befalls you you have the perfect love and sympathy of many if not all of the noblest and loftiest natures of the two hemispheres. Till I see you my dear friend and fellow toiler goodbye
Yours fitfully Joaquin Miller