Nothing very different with me—I am just going out for a drive—cool & bright weather—hear from Dr Bucke frequently—he is busy & well—always writes me cheerily & chipper—wh' I like, for it is pretty monotonous here—have not heard from O'Connor for several weeks—suppose he is yet at Bar Harbor—& if "no news is good news" he must be on the mend, wh' I deeply hope—
I return Symonds's letter herewith—the whole matter—this letter & the Fortnightly note—seems to me funny.
("Perhaps there may be bairns, kind sir / Perhaps there may be not")
Yes, I like the little English Spec. Days, too—you keep y'r copy—I have a photo. for you soon too—One from Cox's (N Y) I call it the laughing philosopher—
W W