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Friday, June 26, 1891

     5:50 P.M. Met Longaker on the boat and went with him to W.'s. Wrote Reeder today about trip to the tomb, and photo, tomorrow. Longaker will probably go along. W. on bed in our entrance. Out today? "No, I did not feel to, but just before you came I debated between going downstairs or to the bed—and you find me on the bed." Longaker felt his pulse—they talked freely together—W. of his "bowel action yesterday—not copious," etc., specific as to feelings, etc. Had "taken milk liberally, but no wine."

     Told him of my message to Reeder. "I am glad. I want him to do it. He seems a pretty expert amateur, don't he? Anyway, he will do his best. And you must give him the benefit of your good taste. You know well what I like—make several trials—do not be afraid of your material! You are au fait in all things about me. You even anticipate me—and so I feel a singular, long-prepared reliance upon you—as if in fact you had become my first necessity." Afterwards, "I wish you could get O'Donovan's young man to go with you." Longaker left in the midst of our talk. W. then got up from the bed and to his chair. We looked vainly for the Review of Reviews which he wished me to have. "I lose everything in this mess—yet things all turn up again in their own time." While I sat there express package came in containing 20 sets of sheets of the Lippincott's matter. We took ten apiece—I promised him to send copies to Bucke and Johnston (Lancashire). "If you do that," he said, "I will send to others." He at once commenced to read his sheets. Somebody sent him an inkstand from New York— "I shall use it—oh yes!—though

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these formal, conventional weapons, even an inkstand, do not lend themselves to my habits, taste. But here are two bottles—I shall use one for red, one for black, ink."
Describing Review of Reviews: "Drops out of everything in the universe seem to congregate here."

     W. inquired about Clifford, "He is a healthy fellow—eh? No ways morbid? That was always my impression: buoyant, light, loving." As to the farewell reception to Clifford at Germantown this evening: "Give him my love, respect, admiration."


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