The sun is shining so finely out, & the spring weather (half warm, half cool) comes on to day, I tho't I w'd send you a line tho' I really have nothing to write ab't—The best probably is I am no worse—if no better effectually—dont seem to get any strength or grip yet—but "Keep my end up" much the same, (a phrase am'g the seine fishermen)—& that's something—not to fall behind hand.
Still on my proofs at 2d annex, well toward the end—all goes fairly—One of the boys has just bro't up to me a nice little cup of hot cocoa for lunch—nice—g't demand hereabout for doctors—three here yesterday same time in an area of 100 feet—
Remembrances to J W W[allace] & all the friends— Walt Whitman