I find your kind favor of Sept 12 in my pocket, enclosing your 6 & 7 mo. drafts for £356. I have no recollection of ever having acknowledged the receipt of it. Of course I must have done it, but I can’t prove it by my own memory—so I acknowledge it again—if doing it once, after possibly not having done it before, can strictly be called “again.”

I think the country spewed up the feilthy Blaine yesterday. At least such is our hope & belief this morning.

Webster is in California or Oregon establishing general agencies, so I’ve no book news.

I take to the platform to-night, after an eight or ten years’ absence from it. This trip’s my last—forever & ever.