
Y'rs f'm "Star House" rec'd—I send herewith "Liberty" with Horace's piece ab't O'C[onnor]—Cloudy, dark, rainy here several days, & now—So-so with me—nothing I suppose very bad, but bad enough—am sitting here in my "den" as usual—growing cooler weather—a poor night last—indications that "fall" & even winter & the need of fire are approximating —havn't been out in the wheel chair some days—eat bread, honey, & drink tea—relish all—No sales of L of G—
Walt Whitman