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Saturday Evn'g Sept: 7—Am having rather bad spells—had one ten or twelve days last of August—but then they ease up quite perceptibly—was easier for five days, & now am passing a rather depress'd time again—probably to be follow'd by a sort of let up—& that seems by long experience the routine of the matter—

Y'r card came to-day—welcome—Look for to-day's Sept. 7. "Liberty" (Tucker's paper) for a very good little memoriam of Wm O'Connor, by my young friend Traubel here—Mrs: O'Connor is still at North Perry, Maine (& if convenient after you have got & read the "Liberty" I speak of, send it to Mrs: O'C—just the place, only, address)—

I hear from Dr Bucke often—he is well & busy at his Institution, London, Canada—I hear f'm my friends the Smiths and Mrs: Costelloe, in Eng:—Did you come across the French book, Sarrazin's, yet? "Poetes Anglaise" wh' I told you was out & I have had a copy—(it has been out ever since and is out now)—it seems to be the most determined blow we have had happen to us yet—

Traubel's dinner book (as I call it) is not out, printed yet, but will be very soon—& I will send you one.

Sept. 8—noon—A shade better, easier, to-day—am sitting here by the open window, pretty comfortable—Respects to Baxter & all & any of the boys, if you see 'em—the enc: letter to me is f'm Logan Smith, son, England—also an old slip song at one of the [wharves?] "circles" here—

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