I rec'd a card f'm Rolleston, Ireland, that he had the first proofs of the German L of G. from the printing office—& wish'd me to communicate with Dr Knortz—Your letters reach me & are always welcome—I keep up—but gain not—am & have been reading the latter two Carlyle books (Froude and Cabot)—not exactly you would say the cheery pabulum fit for me—raw, wet, cloudy weather here—H Gilchrist came this forenoon to inquire, but did not come up to my room—I guess Kennedy's MS is in abeyance yet—the Japanee Hartmann is going to try some essay-readings (European, great but here in America almost unknown persons & art—productions &c)—good luck to him!—("God help all wanderers" said the cute Irish kitchen girl, giving out some bread & meat to the tramp at the gate the other day)—The strength of my arms & shoulders remains good—the mentality grip ditto—spirits fairly ditto—we think of binding Nov. Boughs in wine colored silesia (a sort of linen—cheap)—& entirely untrimm'd—
Walt Whitman