
I ought to have written before, but there has been & is nothing particular—Both y'r letters have duly come f'm Niagara—am pulling al'g so-so, stomachic and bladder bother & fearful lassitude—Warry went out to Harleigh yesterday—the date is chipp'd off (W says an improvement)—the ponderous door is not yet hung, baffles even the machinists & stone-cutters—when done &c: will probably be the rudest most undress'd structure (with an idea)—since Egypt, perhaps the cave dwellers—am sitting here in the big chair—my supper has appear'd & is waiting before me—Seems to me at any rate a suspicion of easier & let up as I conclude. How delightful the country you are in & must have pass'd thro' surely looks—
God bless you, & love to all— Walt Whitman
