Bright sunshiny day—feels Spring—but I am suffering from the grip—it has caught me at last—am sitting here alone in my den.—nothing very new or different to write about.—I wish you w'd carry or send over this note to Eva2—I often think of them all—I rec'd y'r good letter & thank'd you over & over for sending.—I keep at it yet (as I must while away the time some how—it is pretty heavy here crippled here this way, week after week)—write a little—expect to speak my "Death of Abraham Lincoln" piece3 in Phila: April 15 (if I am well enough)—
Best love to you & George4 & Ed5 & all— Walt Whitman loc_jc.00427_large.jpg loc_jc.00434_large.jpg loc_jc.00435_large.jpgCorrespondent:
Susan M. Lamb Stafford
(1833–1910) was the mother of Harry Stafford (1858–1918), who, in
1876, became a close friend of Whitman while working at the printing office of
the Camden New Republic. Whitman regularly visited the
Staffords at their family farm near Kirkwood, New Jersey. Whitman enjoyed the
atmosphere and tranquility that the farm provided and would often stay for weeks
at a time (see David G. Miller, "Stafford, George and Susan M.," Walt Whitman: An
Encyclopedia, ed. J.R. LeMaster and Donald D. Kummings [New York:
Garland Publishing, 1998], 685).