Yr's just came telling me of y'r moving—As you don't mention my letter of ten days since contain'g the little printed slips (in lieu) of preface I suppose it & they have not reach'd you—so I enclose two more—Or do they not suit? If so, let them go—I wanted to go on record embalming (as much as I could) my tribute of dear W[illiam]'s memory & past. Y'r letter to-day is the first I have heard f'm you in two months & over—Dr Bucke is well & busy—I hear f'm him often. I continue on ab't the same—slowly letting down peg after peg—my mind & my right arm remain'g abt the same—I want to finish & print a 2d little annex (the last) to L. of G.
I am sitting in my room in Mickle Street in the big old ratan chair with wolf-skin spread on back—have a little fire in stove—cool weather—bright sun out—was taken out in wheel chair yesterday afternoon—What is doing—or what has been done—abt the book of tales &c:?—John Burroughs has just been to see me—He, wife & boy still on their Hudson river farm—
Best respects & love Walt Whitmanlater—afternoon—Yr 2d letter just rec'd & I see you have the Preface slip—but perhaps may as well send this yet. Bright sunny day but cool—the grip has hold of me pretty badly—wouldn't
The Brazen Android and other Tales By &c: &c:merely be as good a title as any?