counter was being removed to another corner, the room was in
confusion, doors were open exposing a perspective of bare rooms, and
a slatternly girl was scrubbing the passage floor. The Major said
times were harrud, but by G__ he�d made money, that all his cus-
tom was at night, and his patrons, by G_d were perfect strangers
to him. Did I know Brougham�s address? Brougham was a devilish
good fellow sure enough, but he�d got into his debt and now he
never came near him. Then the Major rebuked a small boy who ask-
ed him for a nutmeg or money to buy one; then he slightly bullied
his bar-man � an officious, black-haired, pigeon breasted fellow with
brushed up wig and moustache � and told him not to be familiar with
the boy or sure he�d laugh in his face! And then � I came away.
Prevented from going over to Parton�s as appointed, by the rain.
Sat up writing till 1 or 2, at work on an article I�d put aside,
out of sheer discontent with my first attempt at it. Getting suddenly
to work after supper resolved to go through with it.
16. Saturday. To the Harpers by omnibus. Saw Bonner.
To Pic and Nicknax offices. Haney not returned from Brooklyn.
Met little Edge, returning up town. He talked of Watson�s
play. Bellew came up to my room in the afternoon.
17 Sunday. The Major came with a cut on his face and finger,
and a confused account of how a rowdy had entred his bar-room,
made a disturbance, drew a pistol on him and finally made a
stab at him with a dirk knife. Truth, in the Mayor�s stories, is
what a joint of meat is to soup � it forms the stock, but there
are so many garnishings and condiments added of his own invention
that the original flavor is quite overpowered. It would seem impossible
for an Irishman to be veracious. He told us that he�d got a war-
rant out, had got the policeman discharged, had turned off fourteen