present, the former posting up Picayune ledgers, the latter wri-
ting home. There till 11, Sol coming in.
12. Monday. Writing. Rain marred the fine weather.
Banks up, in his usual demonstrative manner, indicating his
advent by a violent poke at the door with his umbrella. He
was also up on Saturday noon, when the talk drifted into my
lecturing him on his squandering all his salary � over $20 per
week, (he says.) I promised that �twas with no covert pur-
pose, as I had no intention of borrowing. He received it half
thoughtfully, infinitesimally sulkily, talked of it being �his nature,�
spoke of indefinite amendment and �his friends� �(I believe he has
none,) and left. Down town to-day to dine. Drizzle,
mud and dismals externally; though I am not now, (God be
thanked,) more healthy minded. To Thackeray�s last
lecture of the Series in the evening. Rain, mud and damp
darkness outside now.
13. Tuesday. Writing. Parton found me dining at
Goslings, he bringing proof for me to correct. By 4 for a
walk & books to Mercantile, Banks, whom I met with O�Mana
accompanieng. Return to writing till 12.
14. Wednesday. Old Alcock, formerly of the �Picayune�
called. He is now employed by Price, who, recently married,
has had a store in, or under, the Everett House on the Fourth
Avenue, rented for him by his Rev�d father. They sell books
and newspapers. The old Irishman chatted of the past pro-
prietors of the Picayune, and gave edifying details of them.
�Dick Hutchings� he said, had started another quack medecine,