the Vesey Street boarding-house, where Mr Hart now resides, and found him
with a Brobdignaggian map of Chicago. To Gosling�s together, where I
breakfasted. Posted letters, for Barth, George Bolton & home. On
returning found the huge handsome Fowler�s Buildings, corner of Nassau
and Fulton, burned down two or three Sundays back, now ruins. �Picayune�
Office in it, Bunnell & Price burnt out, dissolved partnership, paper in
the hands of Levison & Glover. The defunct firm, (B & P have dis
solved partnership, each now being newspaper agent on his seperate hook)
owed me something �twixt $30 & 40. Lost I suppose, but fire�s a
regular New York casualty. To tailors, ordered breeks, bought vest.
There to Spruce Street, the present � Picayune� Office, where I found old
Mr Alcock, and heartily glad was the old gentleman to see me. Heard
news of the burning &c. Also how Picton has been getting himself killed
in print, partly for advertisment, partly to work upno his old grandmother�s
feelings. Harrington was his medium. He�s been committing bigamy or some-
thing that way, marrying an actress (whom Hutchings was cavalier too.) The
Time-Piece lives. Dined at Erford�s. Room & down town again, an
infinitude of matters. Evening at Vesey Street, in Damoreau�s room.
He and his wife returned hither, being starved at the Brooklyn place.
She looks & dresses well, and � talks. Fogg was there, also Waud,
and presently Mr Hart, (who�d been bored by Martin down stairs for
the earlier part of the evening. We had ale & talked. �Illustrated�
defunct. Leslie started & �Ladies Magazine�, Brightly & Damoreau
working for him. Charley has little or no communication with his family,
George & his [word rossed out] wife have come hither from New Orleans, he has not
seen �em. Out, all of us for oysters, then parted. Mr Hart
goes west to-morrow to rejoin Dillon.
25. Friday. Welden came up. Walked up-town with him,
a frosty, cheery, sunny day that made one�s blood tingle with pleasure.
