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who is possessed of all vulgar virtues, while Aristocracy is shewn as utterly
base.   Both errors, and much less excuse for the former, as a scholar
and gentleman should know better  .         And Mr Samuel Warren you re
a Snob too, as well as you re here, or you wouldn t read so in
dubbing Aubrey  Lord Drelincourt.    You repeat the title to a fearful ex-
tent; only in one place allowing him to condescend to assure good old Doctor
Tatham  that to him he shall ever be Charles Aubrey!              The fashion
of giving names suggestive of natures is, I think, an unwise one, as it de-
feats its purpose. Gammom would be a much more respectable rascal 
without so vulgar a title.  The description of his suicide is the very best
bit in the book.                  There,   it may go, but what, oh
what is Such a book as compared with David Copperfield?
  14. Friday.   Preparation for Hobokenizing during the morning.  Witnessing a
 sitting  of little Mrs Dob for her portrait, ([word crossed out] ^|chaffing| her meanwhile, 
of Tilton, of
Cross, of Barth and other suppository admirers, greatly to her delectation.  After
dinner crossed the river, Mr Hall the Elder accompanying us.  Parting with him
we jog on to the old spot.  Arrived, the envious rack of clouds hide the sun s
disc for the remainder of the day, rendering the atmosphere chilly.  Ascent to the
Cranlech, and above it, and set about another sketch. Alf Waud setting light
to the dead leaves and brushwood on the summit of the rocks, a proceeding
provocative of unlimited canine howlings from the shanties below, and anon of
the advent of two Dutchmen their owners, who ascend, and inform us  we ve
got to clear out.   We chaff  em, they say there s law in Jersey,   we tell
 em it would be a dismal place if there were not;   one says the rocks are
his    we inquire whether the atmosphere adjacent is included in the little deeds.
Finally they quit, and we draw on unmolested, till cold hands no longer
guide pencils freely. Then we strike into the thickets on the summit,
and in a hollow make a fire of dead cedars and have a most lux-
Title:Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries, Volume Two: page sixty-four
Description:Comments on the book ''Ten Thousand a Year''
Subject:Barth, William; Books and reading; Cross; Dobson, Mrs.; Drawing; Gunn, Thomas Butler; Hall, Haydon; Leisure
Coverage (City/State):[New York, New York]; Hoboken, [New Jersey]
Scan Date:2011-02-07


Title:Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries, Volume Two
Description:Includes descriptions of Gunn's attempts to find drawing work among New York publishers, brief employment in an architectural office, visits to his soldier friend William Barth on Governors Island, boarding house living, drawing at actor Edwin Forrest's home at Fonthill Castle, and sailing and walking trips taken with friends.
Subject:Boardinghouses; Books and reading; Gunn, Thomas Butler; Military; Publishers and publishing; Religion; Travel; Women
Coverage (City/State):New York, New York
Note:Thomas Butler Gunn was born February 15, 1826, in Banbury, England, and came to New York in 1849. During the Civil War he worked as a correspondent for the New York Tribune and the New York Evening Post. He returned to England in 1863, and died in Birmingham in April 1903. The collection includes twenty-one volumes of his diaries, including newspaper clippings, letters, photographs, sketches, and various other items inserted by Gunn. Diary entries date from July 7, 1849, to April 7, 1863, and include his experiences with the New York publishing and literary world, his descriptions of boarding houses, his travels throughout the United States, and his experiences traveling with the Federal army as a Civil War correspondent.
Publisher:Missouri History Museum
Rights:Copyright 2011 Missouri History Museum.
Source:Page images, transcriptions, and metadata of the Thomas Butler Gunn diaries have been provided by the Missouri History Museum.