Mother dear, I suppose you got a letter from me telling you that I had been down stairs & out on Monday—it was more exertion than I could bear, and I have not been so well since. I got two letters from Jeff to-day, the last one dated the 16th1—Matt had rested well the night before— poor, poor Mat, I am ready to hear to her departure any day—it seems terrible—
Things are going on as well as could be expected with me, but slowly— I overdid the matter day before yesterday, and am now waiting— I am sitting up by the stove alone writing this. Love [to] you, dearest Mother, and to all—
Walt.