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during the summer on which I returned to England.
They slept in a timber yard near the North River,  and used
to loaf about all day long, occasionally fishing to get something
to eat.   Once they caught an eel which Edge traded away for 
food at an eating house.  He would go and get into conversa-
tion with bakers, admiring their bread and informing them of
the Parisian and English modes of making it, thus laying an
artful train to procure the offer of a gratuitous loaf, which
he and his hungry companion would share together.   Edge said
he never despaired all the time, and I can believe him.  Watson
on the contrary funked horribly and wanted to commit suicide.
They never showed in Broadway, having, I think, but one coat bet-
ween them, Edge pawning or selling his.  �Twas a case of no re-
mittances from Edge�s father owing to some blunder as to letters.
I think they had two months of starvation.  Levison was very
kind to Edge, lending him money and corresponding with his father
about him.    He did well as a reporter on the Herald, for his
matchless impudence � which never looked like impudence in Edge
� stood him into good stead.    He would have walked up to the
President with �Now I want you to tell me all about &c &c.�
But he was a babbler, had a world of odd, cold-blooded con-
ceit about him, and I believe got himself into some deputa-
tion to Walker the filibuster as �Mr Edge of the N. Y. He-
rald,� so that Bennett blew him up and packed him off.    He
used to patronize people in the funniest way.   He had a great
admiration for my book, read it through three or more times,
and talked of the tremendously favorable notice he would get
for it in the Herald.   I believe he so annoyed the Irishman who
does that business for the paper, that he dismissed the book with               
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