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  My Dear Friend,

I have been thinking much of you lately & wondering where you were (for I heard some time since that you had left Washington), when the N.Y. Times came, with your long & interesting communication. I do not yet, from reading that, understand very well where you are, & I send this at a venture. If this reaches you, please let me   know your address, & I will try to send you something to help along your good work. I sent you, some time last summer, by private hands, a copy of "Great Expectations" & two dollars in money, but could never learn that they reached you: did they? How are you now?

A great change has taken place in my life since I saw you. My dearest friend has left me, leaving in her place a little boy, now   eleven months old.—A superb little fellow (although I say it); & in him I have great comfort.

I went three times to find Dr. LeBarren​ LeBaron​ Russell, with your note in my hand, but failing each time, I gave him up.

I am not trying to withdraw from the arena of popular literature; only the necessity of coining a livelihood has kept me in it so long. I feel that, if I live frugally ' sincerely, and do not use up my   mental energies in rapid writing I may be able to do something excellent. I am about getting out a volume of poems,—or, as you would say, prettinesses.

Sincerely your friend J. T. Trowbridge Walt Whitman