1. Saturday. In doors all day, except an hour or
so, when I went out to get lunch, having missed our mid-
day meal and dinner being postponed to 6 P.M. Bellew
and his brother Becket came in to �the Bank� while I was
there. With them to Dixon�s, expecting to get number of
Scalpel containing my article � not out yet. Saw Dixon.
Returned. A mild day, sunlight and slush. Out of
sorts and sick hearted generally.
2. Sunday. In doors till night, then went to hear
Chapin � up till 12 & past subsequently, drawing.
3. Monday. Drawing. Down town in the afternoon
with blocks to �omnibus� office and to Constellation. So
hypped and sick and nervous with long-staying in doors
as to be thoroughly wretched. Britton had left the former
office and I couldn�t get a change at settling matters
with Roberts. Up to Nic-nax office, Bellew and Haney
there. At Crook�s saw Bob Gun & the ex-publisher
of �Young Sam� � I forget his name. Up town with Ha-
ney. Went to Hillard�s at night (rather than stay
in the cursed, eternal attic) through the beautiful
fast-falling snow which helped to tranquilize my
aching, aching brain. As I returned at midnight through
Washington Square, where the snow lay very deep
it seemed as if it would not be unenviable to be lying
still beneath it, the white flakes covering one like God�s
misery � which I hope will cover all of us some day.