Ab't the same as usual with me—Few or no visitors—have been reading Pepys & Lewes's Goethe papers—A letter from John Burroughs yesterday—he inquires particularly for you—he is at West Park again—I have just written to C W E[ldridge] & sent him a bundle of papers. My canary is singing loud & fast, as I write—Cloudy half-dripping weather, promising cold—clear skies I think before night—as I sit here by the window—
Walt Whitman