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  My dear Walt Whitman,

Gloriously fine here today, but too warm. I wonder how it is with you. I hope that the heat is not excessive or injurious to you.

I write this in the afternoon—2–30—after a rest & quiet read. Dr is away in town on business.

After writing to you yesterday we had a most enjoyable drive to the town &   back—the Dr's talk (chiefly about you) being extremely interesting to me.

Alfred Gurd & wife to tea in addition to previous company. After tea, Dr & I went across to the office together. Most lovely evening—the moon just rising, preternaturally large & impressive—Jupiter, near her, shining with a lustre that rivalled the moon's. A glory still in the west, & golden light touching the trees here & there. An indescribable beautiful scene, peaceful, soothing, perfect.

Amongst other things   I wrote to H.L.T. while the Dr attended to his business. Then, when he was through, we had a talk I am not likely to forget, in which he told me of an experience he had in '71, which you doubtless know about.

Home again in the moonlight. Sat for a time in the Verandah looking out on its perfect beauty—figures moving about the lawn seeming of weird & unearthly beauty, in form & movement.

But, lovely as the night was, I was tired & went in pretty good time to bed.

A lazy day today—a little writing, 2 or 3 photos, a   visit to the office &c. I was very much touched & pleased to receive another paper from you (The Boston Evening Transcript) & read the passage you marked with interest

Another letter, too, from our indefatigable & dear friend H.L.T.—His letters are always like a cordial to me, & in their zealous, ever kind, & busy comradeship appeal to my deepest heart—& seem like a prophecy, a foretaste, of a new earth. God's blessings on him & his!

I wish I could see you just now & that I could do something for you. I think of you continually with loving sympathy & blessing. May God be with you, in ever-nearing communion & tenderest love & blessing.

Yours affectionately J.W. Wallace         see notes Sept 21 1891