I send you by this mail the current _New England Magazine_--merely
because I have it by me and have read all of it that I shall have
leisure to read. Maybe it will entertain you for an idle hour.
I have so far recovered my health that I hope to do a little
pot-boiling to-morrow. (Is that properly written with a hyphen?--for
the life o' me I can't say, just at this moment. There is a story of
an old actor who having played one part half his life had to cut out
the name of the person he represented wherever it occurred in his
lines: he could never remember which syllable to accent.) My illness
was only asthma, which, unluckily, does not kill me and so should not
alarm my friends.
Dr. Danziger writes that he has ordered your father's sketch sent me.
And I've ordered a large number of extra impressions of it--if it is
still on the stone. So you see I like it.
Let me hear from you and about you.
Sincerely your friend,
AMBROSE BIERCE.