
Am sitting here just ended my breakfast, an egg, some Graham bread & coffee—all wh' I relish'd—rec'd my morning mail, & send you this f'm Dr B—with my scribbling on back—fine sunny day, moist enough (plenty of rain lately here) & pretty warm—was out last evening (sunset) two hours down to the Delaware shore, high water)—sky & river never look'd finer—was out also at one p m to my friend Harned's to drink a bottle of champagne—(lunch, or dinner, but I ate nothing)—So you see I am getting around sort o' in my wheel chair—Have written a little the last two weeks—& sent off—Some accepted & paid, some rejected—& so we are well in for another summer—I want to get out somewhere (sea side or mountains) but it is a fearful job for me to be moved from my habitat & ways here—As things are I depend on inherited impetus mainly, & humor everything or rather let it go.
Walt WhitmanAll goes well with us here. We are all well and flourishing. I am just finishing Romanes "Origin of the Human Faculty" the best book I have read for a long time. I have been hoping to hear something definite as to the publication of W.S. Kennedy's "W.W." but I hear nothing—hope to see K. here before a great while but have not heard from him for so long that do not know whether to expect him or not. Inspector has been here three days—will go East tomorrow—all goes well with meter as far as I know but it seems slow work
Love to you R M Bucke