
Yr's rec'd & welcomed—All goes on ab't same—I have grip & bladder trouble & permanent belly ache—rainy & dark here—Tom Harned's mother is dead 65 yr's old cancer buried to-morrow noon f'm T's house—Geo. Stafford the father has had a very critical spell of paralysis but is over it & getting along. Did I tell you I had sent off an article "National Literature" to the NA Rev? (It may not suit them) I saw my ¶ abt the "banditti combine" in paper—I am having bound up 100 more of the big book complete works & 200 folded complete ready in sheets—(printed 600 & have got rid of 300)—am licking the 2d & last annex into shape—shall put a prose budget (bits, essays, speeches &c) in an appendix—possibly print it spring or before
God bless you & frau Walt Whitman