
It is near sunset after a bright winter day & I am waiting for my supper—my young nurse is down stairs practising his fiddle lesson—
—I have just written three letters & here's a line to thee—Love to the dear little ones too & Mr C—Don't invest thyself too heavily in those reforms or women movements or any other movements over there—attend to thyself & take it easy—all going on with me as of acct's before—have a bit in last Century—
Walt Whitman