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Hope this will find you well & comfortable. Alys must be with you by this time & perhaps Logan too—I send best love to both—Logan's letter rec'd & gladly—With me slowly jogging along (down hill)—easier the last few days of my third attack of grip, & get out either by horse & hansom or wheel chair almost every day—love to get down by the Delaware & sit watching half an hour or more—was there last evening at sunset—Suppose you rec'd the papers, accting my birth day supper (I am now in my 72d y'r you know)—Dr Bucke is home in Canada at his Asylum busy as a bee—is well—I have heard of my lines & note ab't the Queen's birthday in the English papers—my last poem was rejected by the Century—& I now feel pretty well out in the cold, having been bluff'd by all the magazines here, & the Eng: Nineteenth Century—but I am well used to it all—have massage every day, & get along fairly—some very hot weather here—the country seems prosperous—good crops, great census—What I am afraid mostly ab't America is that we are too prosperous & too infernally smart

Walt Whitman