I send you McKee's, the lawyer's, letter—Matters much the same with me—pretty miserable probably with a bad cold the last three or four days—but beginning on the mend to day (I think)—Sent three little poems, one to Century, one to Lippincott's & one to Cosmopolitan four days since—the last returned—the first accepted & paid for—& no word yet of the L—the Herald pieces will be resumed & carried on (March has been paid for)—the weather here dark wet & heavy—I am feeling fairly as I sit here by the window down stairs alone & finish this—
Walt WhitmanLawyer Harned was over to the Cosmopolitan Club meeting Phila. Tuesday night—talked with Carnegie—