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Bright sunny perfect day—have just been out an hour or two, a drive in a smooth cab in the rural roads & to Harleigh Cemetery—enjoy'd it well—was out early last evn'g to Tom Harned's to supper & to meet Prof: Cope & others—Herbert Gilchrist there—am feeling fairly, but extremely lame & feeble—get out largely for the change wh' is important—Short jaunts, & the eating & drinking in moderation (I have not forgotten)—So Jefferson Davis is dead—the papers to day are full—he stands, will remain, as representative for a bad even foul move—& himself a bad & foul move—that's the deep final verdict of America's soul—had my currying &c: to-day (since above written)—last night & to-day perfections of weather, sky, &c.—I stopt the chair last evn'g & look'd at the full moon & clouds & brightness a long time—

Am sitting here alone in my den—one bunch of flowers on the table at my left & another on the right—& Warren my nurse downstairs practicing a violin lesson. Prof: Cope (above) gave a lecture last evn'g in Unitarian Ch. here on the "Descent of Man"—(a pretty formidable theme)—they say a good lecture—I came home here at 8—can't find a cutting f'm the London "Piccadilly" I desired to enclose—so I put in an old letter f'm Kennedy—

Regards & love to you & Mrs: B & all— Walt Whitman

Alys Smith here to-day—Mary's trouble is f'm the eyes