a pain in forehead, till 11, (which is even now sounding.)
This same strange, unhealthy state of mind and body I am now
in, appears to have enlarged my power of thought to a singu-
lar degree, especially with regard to my own life, and wherein
it differs from that of others. I could put down strange mat-
ter now ��
16. Friday. Writing. To Whitelaws in the evening, and
then on to Bleecker Street for an hour.
17. Saturday. Down town in the afternoon, and looked
into Strong�s, having heard of his intention to start a new weekly
comic paper. Got prospectus. At the Picayune Office subsequently
conversing with Haney; and Levison entering intimated his desire
that I should �do them one drawing� each week. Writing to
Dillon Mapother in the evening, and till 12 1/2.
18. Sunday. Sunny and icily cold. (The days for the
latter part of the week have been singularly mild and lovely ones.)
Dined at Goslings, and then to Partons, by 2 1/2. With him
on Washington Square, Haney meeting us. The latter to Ed-
wards; I supping with Parton, and then ascending to his room.
And presently he spake repentingly that he had engaged in
our joint enterprise, the �Comic Poetry� book, intimating that one
could do it as well as two, and that he thought it desirable
that one should by buy out the others labour, to complete what
remains to be done singly. He took the ground that he had
done more than I. In some sense rightly, his expenditure of
money allowing him to purchase books and apply scissors at once.
As instance. I got �Peter Pindar��s four volumes from the Library,