13. Sunday. A lovely day; sunny, clear and cold.
To Brooklyn � Pounden�s, where I stayed the day and
night. Heard much of the causes of the hegira of the elder
Pounden�s to Bleecker St, Mrs P. the younger being full of
it. The mother has earnestly entertained an inveterate and
extremely irrational prejudice against her daughter-in-law, as
I had occasion to observe, long ago) and took very little pains to
conceal it, riding the high horse over the young wife in her own
house, where she and her husband came to live, from Canada.
They � both of them � thought Pounden ought to have married
somebody with money � a thoroughly Irish sentiment. �Sure, he
didn�t do justice to himself as to me!� said the father speaking
of it to me one night, the only one on which he came up to smoke
a pipe with me. Now though Pounden is a very good little fellow,
sharp, business like and sensible, the idea of his marrying a
heiress is simply ridiculous. His wife is perfectly well suited
to him and �her folks� every whit as good as his folks � as
she�s not slow to assert. Well the elder couple, or rather
the old woman � for the man himself is a low-looking, com-
mon-faced Irishman, with all the native cunning and blarney,
and, apparently, ruled by his wife � got to abusing Yankees
and making themselves tremendously objectionable and so,
finally, there was a jolly row. Mrs P. senior told Mrs. P.
junior she should be kicked out of doors; Mrs P junior called
Mrs P. senior �an old devil� and told her she was trying to
set her husband against her; Mr P. informed Frank that
he had had better servants in his house than his son�s wife
� till the elder couple went off in a fury to Bleecker Street.
In the evening went to Partons, Mr and Mrs P accom-