I send Logan Smith's letter—please forward this & it to Dr. Bucke—I am feeling badly enough to-day—cold in the head & accompaniments—nothing very new—dull dark raw weather, inclined to rain—I am sitting in the big chair all the forenoon & day doing nothing—or reading the papers wh' is ab't the same thing—Mrs. L C Moulton is coming here this afternoon—I am reading Boswell's Johnson—My Elias Hicks plaster bust stands in the corner—it is good—
Walt Whitman