Packing, packing, packing Walt's papers. Ingram and Warrie helped Bucke a bit. Bucke went to Burlington and took tea with the Whitmans. George consents to the idea of an interview on Walt's early life. Will put into the book. Bucke and Ingram to Harleigh and returned with some leaves. Burroughs went home today, his headache about slept away.
Clifford messages this: 3039 Lydenham St. Phila. April 1, '92 Friday Morning Dear Traubel, It was that sweet and holy day. All was done and said as it should have been;—even your own self-secreting modesty haloed with a pathetic loveliness which to some of us in your face and demeanour spoke more eloquence than all the voices, though they, too, were true and touching. Dear old Walt!— Thankful to you am I for the place kept for me at his side until we laid him down. Your own devotion—if anything does—follows him into the new realm. Love to you and Annie! J. H. Clifford And pathetically a letter from Wallace, dated 21st and 22nd March—those concerned and reeling days.