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  My dear Walt Whitman,

A lovely & perfect day here,—air fresh & sweet with pleasant breezes.

Immediately after I wrote to you yesterday afternoon the sky became suddenly overspread with stormclouds of wonderful beauty, & presently the rain began to pour & a thunderstorm began.

It was all over by tea time & the evening was clear & beautiful—the bursts of cumulus cloud on the Eastern horizon glowing with wonderful   colours & effects as Dr & I walked across to the office in the evening.

A pleasant evening, with delightful talks with Dr. He showed me a letter from you. We were both very much pleased to hear per H.L.T. of Dr. Longaker's report. Glad to hear, too, that the oculist's report was favourable.

I have spent today very idly—giving the reins to my mood. But I have thoroughly enjoyed the perfect beauty & freshness of the day.

 

I was at the office a short time this morning & was very pleased to receive a parcel of papers addressed to me by you. Thank you for your constant kindness & thought.

The Dr. showed me the copy of "The Literary World" rec'd from you, with the marked par. on "Good Bye" which I was pleased to read. Since dinner I have looked through the two papers you sent, & dipped into the pamphlet on "Swedenborg." This last, however, I will put aside   for another time.

Dr. is calling for me at 3 o'clock to go to town, so I write this brief note in the hope that I may post it there.

I hope that the day is equally beautiful with you, & that you are fairly well. How it would please me to hear that you have been out for a drive again!

Give my affectionate regards to Mrs. Davis & Warry.

With love to yourself as always J.W. Wallace