her infant�s sake� &c. And Lotty eloquently and pathetically asks, / in
pen and ink. �Is not my fate a hard one, dearest Mother? A
daughter, without father or mother; a wife without a husband; a
mother without a child? � And withal Lotty knows her
mother to be living in adultery; that that mother has called her �a
rotten b__ !� And she herself loves not her own child. / A
terrible similarity betwixt mother and daughter. A terrible couple
of portraits, which I will do justice to, if ever pen and brain work
well, some day; unsoftening aught. What a wretched old
woman that girl will be, no good life to look back upon, no one
to love her! God pardon her, and all of us.
How dully wicked Morse and Mrs K must feel, the long evenings
they pass together. They have few visitors now. I think he is a
little overbearing, autocratic, Tilton like. Sensual gratification
must soon have palled with them, to become a slavish, shameful
need. She talks endless platitudes, he must be weary, she
still parades approaching marriage with him, even talking of �engagement.�
Well! it might be. But I don�t think it.
Sin is a miserable business in this world. Swedenborg�s hell
is the most terrible I know of.
4. Sunday. Damoreau came up and stayed an hour. I
to Mr Greatbatch�s and there dined with them, and stayed till 6
in the evening. I always feel homelike, in some degree there. They
are good people. To Vesey Street, and had a pleasant, chatty
evening with Damoreau and his wife.
5. Monday. Up town to Levisons, a slight snow storm
falling. Down by the third Avenue Cars, called at the Picayune
Office, (where sat silly-faced Glover, looking cold, and reading a