all sorts of little domestic details, (and inventing some) about
15. Friday. Writing, and very lonely. Feeling a
sort of intimation of a return of old horrors, I rushed out
and took a walk to the Battery. It was a wintry scene.
Boys skating, sledding, or sliding, ice and snow. I think
it did me good, my troubled, agitated mind grew calmer,
and the cold, clear air didn�t seem unkindly. Called
at Brown�s the lithographers, and walked up town tiwht
Haney. My thirtieth Birthday.
16. Saturday. In doors. Abbott up. Came to
conclusions with him, by intimating I should detain two
blocks, photograph�s and a money order (for what he owed
me) till he cashed up. Down town in the afternoon,
and with Haney, Sol & Brown to see the Winter�s Tale
at Burtons. Very wretchedly played. To the Ornitho-
rincus subsequently. Ill.
17. A Sunday. A walk up the Fifth Avenue.
Getting better during the rest of the day. To Chapin�s
in the evening, and subsequently to the Edwards�.
18. Monday. A walk. Writing, or trying to all the
rest of the day. A letter from Barth. I have had
one from Alf on Saturday with much matter in it. He
is pursued again. His �wife�s� father, mother &c in
Boston, on their track. Chance aids him wondrously. A
mysterious man presumed to be an officer comes and puts
up, or rather is desirous of doing so at Alf�s boarding-