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Text for Page 051 [04-13-1855]

  13.  Friday.  Writing to Alf Waud, and to Mary Anne.   A
dull, rainy day.  Sam looked in for five minutes, at the close of it.
  14. Saturday.
  15.  Sunday.  Walk to London Bridge in the morning; and out
with Charley in the evening.    Calling at Whitelaw�s recent abode, was in-
formed that he�d left it, gone in the country, they did�nt know where.
Unsuccessful calls at Corbett�s, Saunder�s, and Jack Boutcher�s, thence
  16.  Monday. To Westminster.  The day a sunny, warm, exhila-
rating one, certain flags being displayed here and there, and a Green-
wich-fair-like stream of squalid people setting eastwards, in honor of
the expected arrival of Louis Bonaparte, Emperor of the French, and his
Empress.    Returning, preparations were increasing, benches out in front
of taverns, seats being contrived for the elevation of lookers on, dingy men
and dingier women squatting in available places.   All the afternoon did
this continue.  Mrs Mason and her daughter arrived,  Sam, Minnie
and Mrs Heath, also the sister of Lucy, (our pretty little waiting maid,)
aand the farmers �young man.�    In the little garden of the next house (now
empty, and owned by my father;) an extensive settlement of babies, nurses,
holiday mechanics &c was made, an occasional pewter pot gleamed, and
bong clay pipes were visible.    The crowd along the road was an extensive 
one, all the opposite shop fronts, balconies and out buildings had occupants.
To the left our neighbours had fitted up seats behind their wall, and these,
together with the stable tops were filled by visitors or servants.   My
sisters, mother &c occupied our balcony.   The day was very fine, un-
usually warm for the month.     Peripatetic bounds were in operation, &
�Partant Pour le Syrie� was done to death.   To one of these I contributed               
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