I found Scoville in a back room, fitted up as an
office, and looking out on a bit of a garden. The
two parlors of the house he had converted into a printing
office and filled with printers. He talked on after
his usual rambling, boring egotistic manner, being occa-
sionally interrupted by men whose half defiant manner
outmatched the relation on which he stood to them.
Returned and writing. A continuous and terrific
rainstorm all day and night. Such an omni-
present swash of water, even as if that element
had risen in rebellion against the earth determined
on another Noah�s flood.
20. Wednesday. Down town as wont. Little
doing reportorial. To Frank Leslie�s &c. W Waud
goes off for Boston to night. Sol Eytinge has
been for two days, at Long Island, (previously
borrowing $2 of me � for one day only.) Writing.
21. Thursday. A letter from my mother.
To Brooklyn in the afternoon, in accordance with
an express invitation from �Fanny� conveyed per
Haney. The day was an uncertain one, promising
frowardness, but clearing up towards sunset. The
purpose, a general visit to �Dan Rice�s� Circus,
which pitched by the road side at no great distance,
was soliciting the patronage of Brooklyn. All the
family went, including the colored servants; also
a Mr Perkins (who�s attached to the �Life Illus-
trated.�) �squired Miss J. An immense con-