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Dear Hattie,

I have received your letter, & read it over & over again—it is very, very good—so much about your dear mother, it brought the tears to my eyes, & I had to stop many times—my dear, dear Sister Martha, she must have suffered so much, & to keep up such fortitude & patience & even cheerfulness, while life lasted—

Hattie, I have just got a letter from your grandmother written Thursday afternoon, Feb. 27, & she had not got your letter then—did you send her one a week ago, as you spoke of having written to her? She was very uneasy at not hearing from Jeff or any of you, since your mother's death. I wish you to write immediately to your grandmother, direct to her care of Geo. Whitman at Starr's foundry Camden, N. Jersey

I have got just well enough to go out, in a carriage, but, dear Hattie, I am in a miserable condition, as to my power of moving—The doctor says I shall get well, but it is very, very slow and irksome—my mind is clear, but I have to sit in my room alone, by the fire, most of the time—visitors generally have been prohibited—but only a few come in—but now I have ventured out for a few minutes every fair day—It is now afternoon, very pleasant, & I shall just get out on the sidewalk & then back—

O how often I have thought of my dear sister Martha, as I have been alone here, both night & day—I think of your father too, & of you & California—but here I am, unable to move—I hope Jeff will feel like writing to mother, & she will send it to me—As soon as I can travel I think of going on to Camden—

Dearest Hattie, if we had a house to invite you and California to, how much comfort it would be to your grandmother & me—But I have great thoughts—at any rate a great desire—to get one, here, when I get well, & have grandmother & Eddy here—& then you & California shall surely come—

Love to you, dearest Hattie—& love to your dear father, & to California—If you can, dear niece, write me again, & dont wait very long, dear Hattie—Hattie dear, you must mind the address—(My letters from St. Louis are addressed wrong)—My right address is

Walt Whitman Solicitor's office Treasury, Washington, D. C.