Your friendly letter acknowledging mine & telling me more of the previous life of Erastus was duly rec'd. Dear boy, death has not blotted out my love for him, the remembrance will be not sad only but sweet. You will either see me or hear of me in Brooklyn at my mother's, Louisa Whitman, Portland avenue, 4th door north of Myrtle, about two miles from Fulton ferry (Myrtle av cars)—
Walt WhitmanI send love to Erastus' mother & brothers & sisters—