and the Pic Offices. O�Brien at the latter. Return, to
bootmakers. Back to dinner by 3 1/2. Phonography etc. at night.
8. Thursday. Drawing &c. Thomson came up, subse-
quently dining with us, he, with his family and the Parton�s, all
going to the Crystal Palace Charity ball, Haney accompanying.
Down town in the afternoon. Rain. Pic Office. O�Brien and Bellew
there. Gun and Cahill. All at Delmonico�s. Thomson & Mc Lenan
came. There two hours or more, drinking, loafing, talking and
wasting time. It was very dreary. Up town with Cahill. Sup-
ped at Honey�s.
9. Friday. In doors, doing chores &c, some phonography,
more reading till 5. Out of sorts, dissatisfied with self, so
turned out for a rapid walk down Broadway. The first block
I meet � Lotty! She had just passed me when we both stopped
recognizing each other. Told me she was playing at Laura Keene�s,
had been down South (which I knew) and gave me her address.
�Mrs Alleyne� still. She looked very well, her hazel-black eyes
as brilliant as ever and her black hair worn after the old fashion,
in thick clustering curls round that witching, irregular, yellow-
freckled, beautiful face. And when she smiled �twas her old
arch, strangely infantile, wilful smile showing her beautifully
white and regular teeth. She asked me to come and see her,
and spoke of �her bear� being jealous, and so we parted. I
walked down to St Pauls, in a mood of bitter musing and
profound sadness, thinking of life and its responsibilities.
It�s now nine years since I came to this country. What
have I not seen and done since then? And how much nearer
am I to a home and �� Let me stick to my Phonography.
Went back and devoted the evening to it. At the supper-