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then back, to drawing.
  15.  Monday.  Drawing, from 9 A. M to about 2 next mor-
ning.  Did nine drawings on wood.       Leslie is back rom
Philadelphia.  Mrs Pounden the elder is sick of neuralgia and
don�t show at meals.  I must sketch her husband here.  He
is a most obnoxious Irishman, evidently of much lower social standing
than his wife.  He may be forty, is dark haired, with a false Cel-
tic eye, features not individually bad, face roundish and ignoble,
and general expression common.   He has the small cunning of
the race, can never ask plainly even for a pipe full of tobacco, but
lays a trap for it by indirect questions, which he fancies are humo-
rous.   He vents dreary lies under the same impression.   You can
mention no illustrious name in letters but he tells some palpable
flam of his playing at �kyards� with them or something of the sort.
Like all the Irish who are not Anglo-phobic he loves to grovel at titled
names, and assumes to be absurdly interested in �Me Lorrud
this� or Vicount that.   Moreover he pretends at loyalty.   He lost
the berth � a very good one, for the likes of him, � of mail agent bet-
ween Detroit & Niagara because he was insolent to a man placed
above him � sure he�d known the man in a subordinate office.
He gets drearily drunk in the day time and comes home to sleep it
off.  He was a despot in authority and is sycophantic and soft-soap-
ey in adversity.    His wife is a worthy woman, and three parts
a lady, though her creed is all formula, and she�s extremely nar-
row-minded.  Bating that one respects her.  She�s trying to resume
her former employments � teaching French or music, but can�t find
an engagement.  She�d be willing to transport her worthless husband
to Ireland, to get rid of him, but I suppose he prefers loafing here,
under the expectation of getting money from a brother.  O�Brien               
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