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  My Dear Walt

Friday has come & gone—& no report as the dinner with the author of the, I fear, (abortive?) "Bride of Gettysburg"

I wrote him that unless I wrote au contraire we wd​ be there on Gods Holy Day. "Watchman tell us of the night"—war worn Veteran!—who like a true soldier wear your "wounds & Honors a' front", speak to me!

Badinage aside, you cheered me, lustily, over that milk punch. Thy talk was like a crisp Healthful winters day—

Thine Tenderly, James