Every thing continues not unfavorable at least—had a fair night & have eaten my mutton-broth & toast with sort o' relish—I hasten to send off Mrs: O Connor's letter rec'd an hour ago, in hopes you will get it Saturday, P M—Bright and real cold here—as I sit, the great wolf skin is spread on the chair to protect my back & shoulders—comfortable—
Merry Christmas to you & all
Walt Whitman