and 2, to F. Leslie�s, Post Ofice &c. Blazing hot.
Rode up town. In pain in the afternoon ; couldn�t work.
To the doctors in the evening, and after an hour or more of
dreary waiting on my part, he came. More physic and
mustard plasters. �Pleura� inflamed, doctor says. My legs
are so swollen that I can barely hobble, all my limbs seem
sprained, and when I respire, my side aches and burns ex-
25. Friday. In doors all the torrid day. Thermom-
eter up to 100. Extremely ill and weak.
26. Saturday. To doctor�s. Down town to F. Leslie�s
returning by 11. Another days bodily misery. Bellew,
Gun, Cahill and Haney in the room of the latter, at
night. Boxing (!) in spite of the terrible weather, which
has set all New York gasping. Too hot to sleep even.
27. Sunday. Rose about 4 and crawled down stairs
to the bath room, spending an hour there, then to my
perspiring bed and torrid attic again. All day, till
the merciful sunset in pain, heat and debility. The
doctor has put me on a Vegetarian diet, whereat I am
content. For a short walk went to Jewells in the evening.
Found Mrs Sexton, Miss J. and a boarder, Mrs Simpson, the
wife of an engraver in F. Leslie�s employ. She had a plea-
sant youthful face, being indeed only seventeen, was very
expansively crinolined, and said but little, that little deno-
ting small culture. When she left the room subsequently
I set Selina talking of her, and got an extremely charac-
teristic detail of her past and present. Born in Philadel-
phia, petted by her mother, ran away from school at