Well, mother dear, I am certainly getting well again—I have made a great improvement the last three days, & my head feels clear & good nearly all the time—& that, the doctor says, will bring my leg all right in a little while—Yesterday was a beautiful day, & I was out a good deal—walked some, a couple of blocks, for the first time—Peter Doyle convoyed me—This morning I have had my breakfast, and have been sitting by my open window looking out—it is very pleasant & warm, but cloudy—we have heavy showers here nights—too much rain indeed—still spring is very fine here, & it looks beautiful from my windows—I am writing this in my room—
I am feeling just now well as usual in my general health—part of the time, just as well as ever—but of course I expect a few set–backs before I get well entirely, & supple in my limbs—It is remarkable how much paralysis there is—cases occur here, every few days—& in other cities—There is quite a time here about the burial of Mr. Chase,2 his body is at the Capitol to–day, & he is buried to–morrow—mother, the paper I send you has a picture of a railroad depot they are building here—it is for the road Peter Doyle works on—You will see a piece in that paper about the Beecher and Tilton scandal3—it is very coarse—I think Beecher a great humbug, but I don't believe there is any truth in that piece—(but of course don't know)—
I am still having electricity applied—the doctor applied it yesterday—I am certainly getting along better the last few days—feel better—feel more like myself—I shall come & pay you a visit the first part of next month—shall write before I come, the time, &c—Mother, I hope this will find you feeling better—I shall be anxious to hear—write a line or two, Tuesday—As I sit by the window this forenoon looking out, I wish you could take a look at the prospect, it is so fine, the trees & grass so green, and the river & hills in the distance—it does one good to look at it—
Mother, I shall feel anxious until I hear from you— Walt.