Rainy clouded cool now all day (yesterday afternoon & all last night—dont seem any improvement in strength or vim—dont yet get out at all of my room, or down stairs—but have been up & dress'd yet all day— now ½ pass'd 4—no visitors yet—have eat pretty fair dinner (a bit of roast meat)—preluded by a wine glass of medicinal wine glass of coca wine—
I have finished & formally signed & witnessed the will & testimentary matters complete—including the dispensating of copyrights & literary matters by a sort of trustee-board, yourself, Harned & Horace Traubel—& assigned all [of] my worldly possessions to Ed, & to my sisters—the "Nov. Boughs" has got to 66th page—Have you rec'd the copy from London Eng. copy of "Democratic Vistas"? (a pretty vol)—Osler was here last evn'g—goes off for a very few days (somewhere to sea shore)—I have sufficient frequent bowel movements—had a very slim day all yesterday —a little easier to-day—but slow, slow—my head gone—no grip—shall be glad enough with "Nov. Boughs" done printed with no discredit—wish it was all done—Love—
Walt Whitman