ter � who visits her � says she has �a fine mind�,
and reads considerably. The woman has relatives,
nephews and nieces &c, and ought to be petting
them, instead of leading such a wretched-old-magpie
existence. What her hopes of the New Year are
the Lord knows. (I think Mrs Potter has tes-
tamentary designs on her � and, really, she ought
to leave her some money, for her complaisance for
many years.) What are Mrs P�s hopes
for the future? A larger and more money making
boarding house, perhaps. She deserves it, and much
more. I�m not sure but that Mrs P is just the
best woman in the house. Then there�s her
old mother. Her wishes, if she has any, must be
very dim indeed!
Haney�s out, and Scotch Leslie. The former
would wish for a wife and a home � the latter
more money, and then a wife and home.
There�s Sol Eytinge, too, in the basement. But
his wishes would not extend beyond money enough
to pay for drinks and billiards for the current evening.
For myself, what would I fain hope that 1857
would bring me?
Well, I�d like the �Physiology of N. Y. Board-
ing Houses� to be a great success. But I don�t
hope it � or only occasionally. I�d like my present
berth on the �European� to continue. And � ah!
I would to Heaven I could hope to be successful