and thinks it enough to say of an author �I detest Reade.�
He likes Thackeray and appreciates his humor and power and
ability not his high purpose. His idea is, after having
had his fling, gone through all the pleasant vices, to get mar-
ried. He was estimated as a fortune hunter, but the Times
fellows, had the entree to houses on the Fifth Avenue, but
soon used himself up in them. All Irishmen estimate a
successful marriage by �any money with her?� It is said,
however that O�Brien will be rich some day. His mother
has married again, and there�s no family ensuing. He
is a good looking fellow of, I suppose, 38 or more, his
worst feature being a retreating chin. It is to men like
him, that people owe their opinions of the unreliableness,
the half-dishonesty of the literary craft. He�ll never write
a true book let him live as long as he may.
29. Tuesday. Down town in the afternoon, to Leslie�s,
Post Office &c. At night to �the Pasha,� Major Piercy�s
newly taken bar and restaurant (!) Never was such an idea
of one. Down a long, narrow passage by which you pass
one bar, which belongs to the Irving house, in the rear pre-
mises of which, is the Mayor�s place. I found him there,
a barman, a boy and about a dozen of the 7th Regiment
of Militia. Went to fetch Brougham from the theatre,
waited at stage entrance, behind the scenes, brought him.
Supper at �the Pasha�. A slow business. To bed by one.
30. Wednesday. A letter from Alf Waud.
Mary getting stout again and wears a wig, her head having
been shaved three times. �Business dull. Was idling
worse than ever �� its painted to see how he wastes his