I shall be thinking of your great & dear Mother in her beautiful old age, too, on your birthday—happiest woman in all the world that she was & is: forever sacred & dear to America & to all who feed on the Poems of her Son.
Good-bye, my best beloved Friend.
Annie Gilchrist.
I suppose you see all that you care to see in the way of English newspapers. I often long to send you one when there is anything in that I feel sure would interest you, but am withheld by fearing it would be quite superfluous or troublesome even.
LETTER XIV
ANNE GILCHRIST TO WALT WHITMAN
Earls Colne
Halstead
August 12, 1873.
My Dearest Friend: