told us he saw this Pounden talking to prostitutes one
night in the street.
16. Tuesday. A Letter from Alf Waud. His father is
dead. �A fortnight ago,� he writes, �we received letters containing the
news of our father�s sudden decease, from inflammation, after a
weeks illness. His death leaves mother in rather straightened cir-
cumstances, and necessitates our doing our best to assist her.
x x Of course Will and I are missed &c and are urged to
go home. x x I told Julia� (his sister) �that I have a wife and
family to support, explaining that I had concealed the fact out of
regard to mother, who might consider me, in consequence, as more
unlikely to go back than if single. x x I wish they were here,
and have hinted as much.� Mrs Waud�s position occasions a
bit of surprise, Alf had always supposed � or said � his father
was very well off. More news items. Waud & family are living
at Malden � wherever that may be. Ballou�s paper �never so dis-
reputable� as at present, he �talking of having to get round sharp
corners, as though he lived in a labyrinth of angles.� Damoreau
doesn�t flourish �and is said to catch it badly from his wife in
consequence.� Ware, Waud characterizes as �a slow little man�
saying that Damoreau toadied him, as an offshoot of �our first
families� as his wife�s suggestions. Andrew �the same drunken
old Silenus as ever,� and Bricher � a low-lived engraver � started
in opposition to him next door. Thus Waud. Downtown.
Phonography at night.
17. Wednesday. To Harpers. Got paid $27. Post Office.
Broadway alive with Irish regiments, it being St Patricks� day.
Called at Bellew�s. Phonography.
18. Thursday. Drawing. In the afternoon down town,