dreadful truth of her whole false, selfish, mean,
merciless, God-less life! I remember her well � well.
Oh Lotty, Lotty! I don�t love you, but it gave
me a strange yearning pain to look at that bright face
of yours. I would to God I could help you!
4. Thursday. To the Office, both morning
and afternoon, as this is the day preceding publica-
tion. Plenty to do, of the usual sort. Russell
appears to be an eminently respectable lawyer, has a
house in Hoboken, is gray haired and rather deliberate
in speech, his countenance a round and very English
one. His editorials display thorough knowledge of the
subject in hand and are pretty
vigorously written. However the paper is managed in
most refreshingly un-business like manner; printers
standing idle for want of matter, and articles set
up often distributed without having been used. Sub-
scription books have only been opened � on the eve of the
fourth number. Devil a shred of light reading, as
literary or dramatic criticism is there in our paper.
We�re as solid and heavy as cold pudding. The
�European� may be likened to an Esthetic Newgate
calendar of political (and other) American crimes.
Forbes and the chief have marginal squabbles.
I don�t think I have ever taken the Colonel�s
portrait, so here he is. A shortish man, very
bald, moustached and clean shaved � and in spite
of the first and last peculiarities looking much like