6:50 P.M. W. on his bed—fan in hand. Did he think it hot? "I don't know—I feel it a little—yet I know there's more the show than the feel of it." Described to him our Sunday's walk. He questioned with greatest intent, "I know what they mean—such walks: they get into a man's marrow—rich—draw a long train of circumstances after them."
Had found Review of Reviews: "I gave it Tom to read yesterday—instructed him to see that you got it when he was done. Also gave him a set of the Lippincott's sheets. He seemed to enjoy the prospect." I found that he had written on cover of Review of Reviews: "This is to be given to Horace." Gave me letter from Bucke, "The Doctor holds his own. Do we?" Bucke writes me, too (26th). Several items about the Whitman book. Glad he approves idea of a little piece from Clifford.
W. called my attention to "a couple of waifs—letters"—one from Dixon, Lancashire, the other from Knowles, Nineteenth Century Magazine. "They sample the ups and downs—the things we must submit to—the history (affection, love) of the critter."
Bucke's letter of 23rd goes over ground of our Whitman work.
Warrie may go to New York to meet Bucke next week. W. will send the canary to Johnston (cased)—probably by Bucke. W. quite in favor of Warrie's trip. He will write Bucke of it.