N. Jersey. June 5. Dear friend,
Your second letter, with sad news—following the sad, sad, inexpressibly sad news of the first—has just reached me.
I will not write any of the usual condolences. Chancy's malady & death seem to be of those events sometimes mocking with unaccountable sudden tragedies & cross–purposes, all of us, & all our affairs.
I have again had some pretty bad spells, (gastric & brain)—but am decidedly better as I write, & for a day or two past—Shall come—Will write again soon—
Walt—