Y'rs came in mid-day mail—thanks—Dr B[ucke] went back to Canada Monday night—the practical outsetting of the meter enterprise collapsed at the last hour—(but it is settled that it is a genuine & valuable invention)—O'C[onnor] recuperated from the epileptic fits, & at last acc'ts was in bed very weak, but quite over them, & what could be call'd (mildly) improving—you know he has no use at all of the lower legs (knees to feet) from what appears to be absolute paralysis, abnegation—
The Saturday Review (March 2) has a rather curious hot & cold—I would but dare not sort of notice of Nov: B. & me, in wh' O'C's and Dr B's names are toss'd ab't superficially & with attempted sarcasm—(You are invited to see what you may be destined to)—Horace T continues faithful & regular—was in here two hours ago—I sympathize too with Mr & Mrs Sanborn—I count on Burroughs coming out from his hole yet—Lawyer Harned & wife have just call'd on me, both welcome (they have fine children & sometimes bring them)—I am sitting here yet as one held by a heavy chain or coil—Yes wonder I get along as I do, as well upon the whole, for I understand how much worse all might be—Love to you & to Mrs. K—
Walt Whitman