28. Wednesday. A scrawl from Andrew not
in answer to mine, but about the Appletonian debt.
Office, (meeting Cahill by the way.) Paterson
edited a Chinese newspaper in California, one
column only being printed � or rather lithographed �
in English, the remainder being published in the
native character. He describes the Celestials as
a very ill-used community. / Writing part
of the evening.
29. Thursday. Office both morning and after-
noon. Very busy. Streets unspeakably filthy,
and ancle deep, crossings hardly fordable and
my big thigh-boots a luxury. Met Pounden.
30. Friday. Office. Saw Welden who
asked about �that fellow (!) Forbes.�
Ellen Levison is dead. I learnt it this af-
ternoon of the servant girl, who coming into my
room, told me. Her disease � which had grown
into typhoid � took an unfavorable turn yester-
day, and this morning poor Levison spoke of
her vomiting blood and said he didn�t expect she
would outlive the day. She died ere his return.
I hardly think the poor child�s existence would
have proved a happy or healthy one. But such
events � disease, suffering, death � trouble one.
Human nature recoils from them and piteously
asks why. It seems a waste of life and hope.
I knew well enough that good grows out of