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Just a line any how, dear Mary, to follow up the good wishes & invocations of my last, & to try the new address upon an envelope—As I write I am sitting here by the open window in the little room down stairs—a fine bright cool noon—have rec'd​ quite a mail this forenoon—in it your good letter of Aug. 28—(yesterday Alys's circular arrived to me, at last)—

I do not go out much—the effect of the sunstroke shocks still lingering upon me, & probably will continue ("the ground already too well prepared," the doctor says)—have not written any for two months or over—But I am afraid I am falling into an unnecessarily sombre vein—which I ought not to, for I don't feel it, & there is nothing to warrant it—

I shall be looking for Alys now before long—& you, dear friend, must make it up in frequent letters—

Walt Whitman

I have sent the pictures for Toynbee Hall to Rev. Mr Barnett—Mrs. Gilchrist's address is 12 Well Road, Hampstead—You might take this letter, & read her as the latest—As I finish, Mrs. D[avis] brings in (presents from friends) a dish of grapes, & a great bunch of radiant yellow flowers mingled with "snow on the mountain"—