health-walk. To Chapin�s awhile (another preacher)
then to Houston St boarding-house, at night. Arnold was
not at home, found Gun and Cahill in their (upper) room.
It�s a spacious, comfortable one, containing two beds. They
take their drinks at home, now, Cahill says, and
get � tight. He got so this night, for not content with
offering me the hospitality of whiskey from a big demi-
john, Gun must needs have us cross the street to a tavern
where, presently, Cahill drank himself fast asleep in his
chair and we had to help him back. While they were bog-
gling at the key-hole Arnold came up. I drank but little
and was perfectly sober. Gun wasn�t much hit, either.
15. Monday. Another note from Alf Waud, with a
commission for me to do for him. He writes more despondently
about hard times. When a man is poor he often grows
confidential and inclines to write letters � not that he ex-
pects to get anything from you, except, perhaps sympathy.
Dickens has illustrated this subtly, in Micawber. Embar-
rassed persons, too, like to hear of other folks reverses,
not as Rochefoucald�s detestable French axiom would
make it, because we are pleased at others misfortunes,
but because Sorrow draws them nearer, on the ground
of common humanity. Wrote all day, finishing Story.
In the evening to Edwards� little party in honor of the mar-
riage of another of the girls in California. This is her wed-
ding day. More folks present than during our last celebra-
tion. Dancing, music, singing, supper and punch. Haney
I and dog � for Haney took him � left at 1. A. M.