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  My dear Walt Whitman,

Last evening I went to Johnston's to tea & spent an hour with him before coming on here. We talked of you & discussed the probability of the arrival of the mail &c. Just after tea your postcard of the 18th arrived & was greeted by cheers from us both. We were heartily pleased to receive it, & to read its   cheering words. I made a hasty facsimile of it to bring home, which now lies before me.

I am very glad to note that you were recovering from the effects of "the fearful unprecedented three days hot spell" & were apparently in such good spirits. And blessings on the "two dear little boys" whose "delicious chatter" at the time of writing freshened & delighted you. As I get older I appreciate more & more the primal freshness & sweetness of children, & their innocent   gladness & beauty. (Some little beauties near here.) I hope the two in question may retain these qualities through life, with graver ones added, as children of yours.

I found Johnston pretty well recovered from his accident, of which I believe he has told you.

The parcel of "Good Bye's" & portraits not yet received, but will probably come next mail. I will notify you on its arrival.

I expect to receive Lippincott's tomorrow or the day   following.

The sultry weather of last week has passed, & cooler delightful weather set in. Has been a beautiful day today (though occasionally threatening) & the evening has been especially lovely, with the most beautiful roseate sky & clouds.

The Revd S. Thompson—minister of the little Unitarian chapel at Rivington (built 1703—originally, and still nominally Presbyterian) called here this evening on his way home, & I walked to Rivington with him   I never saw a more beautiful evening, & the charmingly idyllic country looked its best. The air was sweet & calm, but with a just felt breeze,—a slight pensive mist half veiling the distant landscape. I was quite loathe to return indoors, but I wanted to send you a few lines & it was getting late.

Thompson (an elderly, white bearded man, with healthy fresh complexion, clear honest grey eyes, & cordial friendly grasp & speech) always enquires the latest news about you,   & honours you highly—& more & more as he knows you better. I spoke of writing & offered to convey his regards to you, & he seemed very pleased & quite affected by it. He thought it might seem "presumption," but he was glad to send you his warmest regards & best wishes.

Just before he came I had been reading in the 1855 edition of L. of G. My copy has a few press notices pasted in at the end, & I read some of these again.   ("United States Review"—"American Phrenological Journal" & Brooklyn Daily Times.") I wondered again who had written these.—It seems strange to me that since such appreciative notices appeared so soon after the first appearance of L. of G. your recognition should have proceeded so slowly. But it is very certain, & will be all the more complete & passionate because of the delay.

But I must close.   With constant love & prayerful God speed

Yours affectionately J.W. Wallace

Wednesday evg July 1st Lippincott (July) does not contain item expected. I hope the reasons for this are quite satisfactory, & that no slight upon you is involved in it.

I write this in a field on my way to one of our buildings some 7 miles out of Bolton. Beautiful morning, grass in its full glory (haymaking just commencing in a few fields) a willow-wren singing its plaintive song close by, & a lark shaking down its ecstatic carol from the sky oerhead.

  see notes July 9 1891