Irish friend is licked rather often. He pockets it, too.
I never heard of his licking anybody excepting an old man
employed about the Times Office, four or five years ago,
who objected to being �ordered about� by O�B.
21. Monday. Phonography. Drawing. Writing to
Hannah at night. Did not stir out, except to the end of
the street, all day. A perfect tornado raging in the after-
noon, in which churches and buildings were blown down, trees
up-rooted and people killed.
22. Tuesday. Down town. To Harper�s, Leslie�s, Post
& Pic Offices, returning up town per omnibus. Knees
much swollen still. Went to see the Jewell�s in the evening.
23. Wednesday. Wrote to Alf Waud, inclosing $8 from
the Harpers. Gun and Cahill lazying abed till 11, after
their fashion, and grinning � in the adjoining room � over
(probably) their last night�s drink. (I don�t know this, how-
ever.) Writing, Phonography, &c. Down town in the after-
noon. Met �Fanny� and Grace, with whom I walked a block
or two. Fanny spake of a recent escapade of hers. How she
had put on a suit of �Jim�s� clothes, and accompanied him in
an evening�s ramble through New York, dropping into a
lager bier cellar, billiard room, &c and got weighed in
a street-machine! Grace, too, had ventured on a mild pro-
menade a la Amazon, in Brooklyn. Very American.
To F. Leslie�s, proof correcting. Pic Office. Met Thomson.
Return. To bed early, in pain; knees still sprained and
swollen, and liver apparently pressing against ribs, so that
when I expand my chest I experience a sharp, burning ache.
24. Thursday. Phonography. Down town between 12