
Cloudy & rain & dark weather to-day & looks like snow out—has been a rather gloomy week past with me—my dear brother Jeff died last Tuesday at St Louis, had typhoid pneumonia but was over the worst of it, & then some heart attack which proved mortal—Jessie the daughter was here, & hurried back first train, but he died before she got there—she was very low & sick several days, but at last acct's was getting better & they think will pull through. Your Ed (dear young man) was in to see me a few evn'g's ago & I wish he w'd come oftener, I am here alone most of the time in wheel chair a little yesterday & day before too, but it is rather dull, at best—(folks don't know how rich they are in even being able to walk)—I am writing a little (to order) for publication—am shaping a little 2d annex for L of G. you know it has one already—this is to be the 2d & last—Col. Ingersoll's lect: is being printed in a small book in N Y, & I will send you one—sell my books to purchasers once in a while (sold one to-day)—Hope George gets better & stronger—write soon & tell me ab't him, & w'd like to send him something for Christmas present—And my dear Harry O how I wish we were near enough for me to have him with me every day—I am getting more helpless than ever in legs and ankles—only my right arm keeps good fortunately—have catarrh of bowels in addition to other troubles—am sitting here as usual in den in big cane chair with old wolf-skin back—Remembrances to you & George, & to Ed & Harry & Deb & Van & Jo—& Jane too if she is there—
God bless you all Walt Whitman

