I send by same mail with this, my latest piece, copied in a newspaper2—& will write you just a line or two. I suppose you duly received my former letters (two)—I ought to have written something about your children (described to me in your letter of last summer, July 23d, which I have just been reading again)—Dear boys & girls—how my heart goes out to them3—
Did I tell you that I had received letters from Tennyson, & that he cordially invites me to visit him? Sometimes I dream of journeying to Old England, on such visit—& then of seeing you & your children—but it is a dream only.
I am still living here in employment in a Government office—My health is good—Life is rather sluggish here—though not without the sunshine—(Your letters too were warm, bright rays of it)—
I am going on to New York soon to remain there a few weeks4—but my address will still be here—I wrote lately to Mr. Rossetti quite a long letter5—My present address is Solicitor's Office, Treasury, Washington, D. C. U. S. America.
Best love & remembrance to you, dear friend, & to the young folk— Walt Whitman