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  My Dear Walt,

How fares it with you, tonight? Better I hope. My heart is with you and I send you its best and warmest love.

I was very sorry to hear from Mrs Traubel that you were going to lose your good, kind nurse Mrs Zeller & I hope that the new arrangement will suit   [cut away] I have just received a postal from your old friend, Rudolf Schmidt—in acknowledgement of the facsimile—in which he says that he has known you for twenty one years & signs himself

"In Whitmanly friendship Truly, yours, Rudolf Schmidt."—

I read a long essay—an hour & 35 minutes long—upon you on the 11th to the "Bolton Literary Society" & J.W.W., who has since read the M.S., pronounces it "an exceptionally good   paper." "Praise from Sir Hubert is praise indeed!" but I am not satisfied with it.

This has been quite a spring–like day here—after a long succession of dreary days—& I heard a lark sing today though it was caged, in a back street. Poor little songster! What longing it must have for its sweet liberty, the green fields, the pure air & the blue sky! What a heartful of cheer it must have had to sing there at all! My heart ached for it.   I hope you like your new bed & that you have better nights now than you used to have.

God bless you dearest & best of Earthly friends

My love to you now & always

Yours affectionately J. Johnston