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her.   It is all over.
  I couldn�t put that down then, but the murder�s cut now.  Tis
all well, and so good night to my scribbling for the present.
  8.  Tuesday.   Sam coming, out with him, I having resolved
to visit the Bethnal Green Asylum wherein poor Price is incarcerated;
Sam willing to make an unnecessary call on an acquaintance in the
Mile End road, on excuse for a day�s holiday.     Up the Monument
by the way, then, resisting fraternal exhortations to visit the Tower,
eastwards.     Leaving Sam to make his call, I reached Phillip�s
Asylum, a spacious building, garden grounds environing it.   Applying
at the Porter�s entrance I was admitted into an inner square where
were officials of amerliorated turnkey aspect, and patients, sunning them
selves, While crossing, one of the latter, a stout, dark bearded man
of forty, (whom involuntarily I half thought a New Orleans American)
came after asking my country, taking me, he said, for a Swiss.
He proved to be one Wright, an actor, one of Burtons company in
New York during 1849; asked after many actors &c most of whom
I knew.    I learnt he was going out shortly.             The turnkeys
intimating that they couldn�t undertake the responsibility of showing
Harry to me without sanction, I returned to the resident clerk or
manager�s office, where I found a curt, crisp, abrupt individual
lunching. �Was I a relative of Mr Price�s?� No. �They must
decline letting me see him, � it would excite him &c &c. �    This
was done rudely, just after the English railroad clerk style, where-
fore I responded with covert irony; and on his admitting that had I
a line or so from Price�s father I could see the son, commented on
the rules which would then allow me to �excite� him.  �Our object is to