
Sunny & fine to-day—had a letter f'm Jess, St. Louis, this mn'g —She is well & seems to be getting along—is ab't 5 now, & I have eaten my early supper—had a fine varied meal bro't to me, but selected only some stew'd tomatoes (with onions & crust bread) and half cup coffee, & sent the rest back—am sitting here same as usual—hope & pray it is comfortable with you, sister dear—a poor English street-singing boy stops out in the street & sings "the flowers that bloom in the spring" while another boy (his brother I fancy) fiddles. $2 enclosed—God bless you, Han—
Walt Whitman