down town, to Weeds, Wells & Webbs & Strongs. Thence cros-
sing by the Fulton ferry to Brooklyn, called upon Waud,
finding him by the bar-room stove, whither he had fled from his
icy-cold chamber, having been drawing there, during the day.
Sate conversing & supped together. He then going up stairs to
attire himself in his militia uniform, I sate reading papers
in the bar-room, when I was presently half-embraced, and
beheld Anderson. He was sitting at a table, imbibing whiskey
with a fellow countryman, and had just descried me. I joined
them, at his entreaty, and he talked. How Fred was at Newport,
he, Anderson had been in New Brunswick &c, with much confusion
of information and brogue. / Across the cold, dashing,
icy, gusty river, through the snow clad streets to my room.
Waud stayed awhile, then left. Martin called. And pre-
sently Damoreau. I, writing, Picayune wards, bills &c till
11 1/2, then to bed.
22. Thursday. Down town in the afternoon, having
been writing during the morning, letter to Kellam. To Post-
Office, Weeds, Picayune Office, Strongs. To Mulberry street,
Calling at Mr Greatbatch�s, then Price Street, on Levison.
Walked up town-wards to the Crystal Palace, getting there by 6.
Stayed till 8 1/2 principally in the long picture gallery. A pleasant
tranquil time of it. There�s a large portrait, self-painted
by a German artist Hasancleser, � (I don�t know how to
spell his never;) the jolliest looking bearded fellow, turning
from his canvas, on which he has sketched the outline of his
well known �wine tasters�, with a full goblet elevated, as though
to drink the gazers health. You form a friendship with him