
Am half or rather quarter busy writing little things ("pot boilers") to-day and yesterday—helps while away the time if nothing else—get pay moderately in cash (more than they are worth)—have written the Commonplace and Unknown Names (the masses of common slain soldiers buried after the Secession battles)—and a prose ¶ the voice—&c &c—
I am here alone by the fire—Mrs. D has just been in & taken away the supper tray—Am ab't same as before—a little bit of mine "A Death-Bouquet" in the Press to-day—I will send you—the big papers here in America wont publish my welcome to Brazil—but I hear it is printed in Europe—
Feb 3—P M—Still going on same—an artist been here an hour & more sketching my phiz for something—dull cloudy wet day—a letter f'm Ed: Wilkins this mn'g—I enclose old screed f'm Kennedy—
God be with you all— Walt Whitman

