
It is near sunset—have had my supper some mutton broth, graham toast & tea—the days are lengthening—& I generally feel a shade easier toward evn'g—y'rs of 6th comes—no arrival yet of O'Donovan the sculptor to commence but we are looking for him—Herbert Gilchrist was here yesterday & knows him & speaks very well of him—my own feeling w'd be to leave the event to tell the story & define it—my personal impression of O'D is agreeable & I sh'l give him a chance—that's ab't all I see at present
6½ Horace comes—no proof this evn'g—some to-morrow—pleasant rather mild day been—letter to Dr J., Bolton, Eng.—Just got in ½ cord sawed oak wood Short p.c's f'm Mrs: O'C—
9 evn'g—have been looking over & adding to some little reminiscent notes for "Good-Bye"—& have had my usual bath or half bath—am feeling pretty easy—once & awhile I have a spell (hour or several hours) when I am more (vegatively) comfortable than you m't think for—40 minutes ago Mrs. D bro't me up a cup of cold lemonade—seems to have done me good—I have my evn'g massage regularly—in the main pretty fair nights—wh' is of course a great help—Good night—
Thursday 9th—Sunny & fine again—bowel motion at 10—began the mn'g with my wash pill & Fred water (same routine over & over lately)—a good deal of sickness around here—lots of grip cases—the forenoon is well along as I conclude this—am sitting here in the big chair in my den as usual—
Walt Whitman
