Just a line any how, dear Mary, to follow up the good wishes & invocations of my last, & to try the new address upon an envelope—As I write I am sitting here by the open window in the little room down stairs—a fine bright cool noon—have rec'd quite a mail this forenoon—in it your good letter of Aug. 28—(yesterday Alys's circular arrived to me, at last)—
I do not go out much—the effect of the sunstroke shocks still lingering upon me, & probably will continue ("the ground already too well prepared," the doctor says)—have not written any for two months or over—But I am afraid I am falling into an unnecessarily sombre vein—which I ought not to, for I don't feel it, & there is nothing to warrant it—
I shall be looking for Alys now before long—& you, dear friend, must make it up in frequent letters—
Walt WhitmanI have sent the pictures for Toynbee Hall to Rev. Mr Barnett—Mrs. Gilchrist's address is 12 Well Road, Hampstead—You might take this letter, & read her as the latest—As I finish, Mrs. D[avis] brings in (presents from friends) a dish of grapes, & a great bunch of radiant yellow flowers mingled with "snow on the mountain"—