Y'r letter with the $203 65/100 f'm y'rself, the Misses Ford, Wm Thompson & Mr & Mrs Roberts safely rec'd to-day—best thanks to all—& love too—& the special prayer that Bessie F's recovery may be good & firm & permanent—
I am jogging along here undoubtedly on the downhill decline, but more comfortably than you might suppose—have had a pretty good week, the past—have been out an hour or two even three or four, every day—a friend sends a hansom & I drive out—or at other times in my stout wheel chair—Not so well to-day—cannot get out—have either caught fresh cold, or it is a whack of this infernal grip wh' has settled on me of late months—Dr Bucke is here temporarily—Harry Stafford has been ill, but was over it at last acc'ts—he has given up telegraphing & RRing—Best love to you all—
Walt Whitman