
It is pretty sad days just now for me here—our dear brother Jeff died last Tuesday at St. Louis, Missouri, of typhoid pneumonia. Jessie went on first train soon as she heard he was sick, but poor Jeff was dead when she arrived—George has gone on—(must have got there this morning)
Hannah is poorly at Burlington Vermont, but gets about the house.
Very cold here. I am still about not much about for I can only move by help, but have the grip badly, & bladder trouble. I often think of you & hope you have comfortable times—I have heard you have a good kind attendant who has been there some time in the asylum—I wish he would stop here at 328 Mickle Street & see me a few minutes when he is in Camden. My best respects to Mr and Mrs. Currie—
My love to you Walt Whitman