Very hot to-day—now two weeks of it & I am pulled down by it badly—feel it to-day worse than yet—have had a few mouthfuls of dinner, & am sitting here in my big chair—after reading your letter & O'C[onnor]'s to you—H[erbert] G[ilchrist] is here painting, & Morse sculping—I enclose my last little piece—a slip copy—a N Y newspaper syndicate (S S McClure, Tribune Building) vehemently solicited, & gave me $25 (far more than it is worth)—Then I have sent a three line piece "Twilight" ($10) to the "Century" wh' they accepted & paid for—Hartman has been in Phila ten days, but returns to B[oston]—what do you think of him & of his projected "Society"—As I close every thing is faint & still with the heat—
Walt Whitman