Sunday, March 29, 1891

     Did not see W. today. Late (my mother says after she had gone to bed) Warren rang bell. Had brought me the six first-sheets for McKay and further copy (now entering the autobiograhical stage). Autograph sheets for Dave laughably dirty and blotted. Wonder where they have been? I don't believe Dave will take them.

     Note Wallace's pathetic letter of the 17th:
Anderton, near Chorley
Lancashire, England
17 March 1891

My dear Traubel,

Many thanks to you for your kind letter of the 4th inst., to hand yesterday.

And I have to thank you for your kind invitation to Johnston and myself to send letters of greeting for May 31st. Of course we shall be pleased & proud to do so.

We are very sorry to hear of the relapse in Whitman's health, & can only hope that the better weather to come bye & bye will restore him.

I can't write any more for this mail, but with cordial thanks & friendliness remain always

Yours very truly

J. W. Wallace


Warren was very frank to tell my mother his conviction that W. "is slowly, now, going downhill." The signs every way bad: yet today was beautiful out of doors—threw forth the early spring perfume. If W. gets out will he be revivified? If not that, probably death before long. He put it that way himself—just yesterday said, "I am on the last edge: if I make no gains—get no stronger—how long can I stay there?"

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