Probably the two or three letters lately from me have sketch'd in the situation—Last night middling fair—the bulk, say from 12 to 4½, I must have slept hardly disturb'd—wh' was doing well—rose late—Ed comes in & makes the fire—had a few mouthfuls of breakfast—very light—an hour later a bowel action pretty moderate—rather less irritation & smartness &c than previous days—
I am sitting now in my big chair by the fire more negatively comfortable than you w'd suppose—Sunny, rather windy, pretty sharp cold—Mrs. Harned & the new born boy are getting along so far splendidly—H. was here last evn'g—he has lost two cases (rather notable here)—two tavern keepers charged with selling liquor sunday—I keep on having applications for autographs, & to read MS poems—have had five the last two days—cannot give any attention to them—generally dont read them thro—I have heard from Edw'd Carpenter—a young Englishman, a friend of his, has just call'd—C is well, & occupied ab't the same as before—(rather wishes to come to America, & the mate & wife he has been living with wish the same for themselves.)
After 4—have been lying on the bed an hour or so—Sitting here now alone—quiet & cold & near sunset—wind shakes the window sashes—here comes my dinner—
Walt Whitman