Nothing important—y'rs rec'd & welcomed—Dr B[ucke] writes me frequently—still anchor'd in my big chair—visitors & correspondence—inertia & lassitude & paralysis—slowly hardening & defining deafness & (more slowly) blindness—I send the little pocket-book ed'n L of G. Remember me to Baxter when you see him (& to all inquiring friends)—I keep up pretty good heart—
Walt Whitman