and fog. To Constellation Office. Presses
busy working off inner pages. Roberts there, busy.
Brightly there. I find he has engraved the title for
the paper, drawn by Rosenberg � a poor business.
Back, rather despondent through the drizzle. Visited
the Jewells� at night. Brainard has, they say, cal-
led on Johnstone, to inquire about the Jewell family,
says he knows Alf Waud visited the family in Ashton
place, that his ex-wife also visited her mother and
sisters, some time ago. Stayed till near twelve.
The old year is dead, now. I�m out of spirits
for the task of taking stock on it. Outside my attic
window it is raining fast and fine from the low, black
sky which hangs over the blacker city, only a dull
line of miserable wet light stretching along the horizon.
Fools are banging off pistols and guns after their
barbarous Yankee fashion, as though finding themselves
a year nearer to Eternity � with oh! how many
more sins and unfulfilled good intentions added
to the account � were a thing to be exulted in.
I�ve not done much in the Haydon way in diari-
zing, but ��
Our Father which art in Heaven, let me find
my right work in the world and do it. In Christ�s
name I ask it. Amen.
��� And deliver us from temptation,