Mapother and talk of home. Wonder I do not get a letter from M.
/ Mr Johns I hear boarding in house in the city; � described
by Mapother as domiciled in a huge uncarpeted room, the only furniture
of which consisted in a bed and chair. He hath goth his things from
Holts, and oweth them over $100. What an awful slough of self-
contempt does the universal cloud Self-Conciet lead us into. There was
he, day by day, wasting time, imagining inventions leading $ naught, plan-
ning partnerships with Hart, (who had he been less cool-headed and pru-
dent than he is, would have been left responsible for the office proposed
to be jointly taken by them;) � giving me commission to make draw-
ings for him, and paying by ordering more; � all this, when penniless
without any design of wrong doing a man may work infinite mischief.
�Well � if to do well were as easy as to know How � � Sweet
Portia thou speakest truth in that.
31. Wednesday. When just about to start for the Office Mattice en-
tered with $ notes in his hand, having some notion from my not having been
there yester afternoon that I was thinking of backing out. Went to the
Office, calling on and walking with Ben Kirstein (Philadelphia David)
to Ann Street. Writing all the morning and afternoon, making
calls at the Atlas� Office and at Baden�s during the day. Evening
as usual to Holts, and with Hart, Royal, Martin and Mapother to the
old pier, and there for a hour and half or more.