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employees � the last one the barman I saw yesterday, who
invited prostitutes from Mercer Street into the place, at mid-
night or early morning and treated them to liquors � had
been robbed right and left, yet he had made $200!  I believe
the man hasnt a cent and is in debt for everything in the place.
Finally he borrowed my bowie knife and went away.   Arnold
up the same morning.    Afternoon reading Rousseau.  Evening
to 14th street, to Mr Jewell�s and to the Major�s.   Few people
there, a dreary show.  The attempted assassin had come in and
apologized, upon which the Major showed him the knife and
told him he had procured it expressly for the purpose of ripping
his intestines out; if he hadn�t apologized.    Then the Major
told him to take the knife and hand it over the counter to the
bar-man, and so the quarrel ended.     Three men came in for
drinks � the Major asked �em what he should charge for �em, and
boggled about making change.    An ill-looking fellow named
Finnigan was a good deal behind the bar and generally per-
vading the rooms.  The Major said he was going to take him into
partnership!  The man had scoundrel legibly written on his
countenance.   He swaggered about, half bullying, half caressing
the Major, boasted of having �nominated� people and altogether
was an odious spectacle.  Me he recognized, on hearing my
name, as �an author.�        Came away at 11, or before.   Was
their ever such a calling adopted by an ex-major?
  18.  Monday.  To Dick Hutchings�office, Chamber Street,
having a little drawing to make for him.  He told me that
Alcock � the old foguey Irishman so long on the Pic in its ear-
lier days � was in New Orleans, where he, Hutchings, had got
him a berth on the Delta newspaper, with a good yearly salary.               
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