by her groans, cries, lamentations and yells.
Doctor comes nearly every day. She�s only �nervous�
the women say, but fancies she may go crazy.
I should suppose it not at all impossible. Her dread
of death amounts to insanity. What a lot, and
what a woman! Now I fancy Rawson�s return
will rather dissatisfy than please her � she has no
jot of love for the fellow. He�s living with the Mar-
tins. Writing the last five pages in the eve-
ning, chores &c, then to drawing.
I�ve just finished my drawing. It�s midnight and
past. Half an hour ago as I sat at work, (a big
fire tranquilly burning away down town, which I could
see as I sat) Haney came up, from the Edwards�,
bringing me an apple from the girls. God bless them!
It�s something to be remembered kindly by them.
Eight years ago as I sat at work one night in
Canal St, I remember Damoreau � then Charley Brown
� bringing me an apple from Lotty. I put it down
in my Diary, where �tis yet. Poor Lotty! where are
�� I hope God will let us meet in Heaven,
18. Tuesday. To Office, Williams the engra-
vers &c. At noon went over the way to the Satur-
day Press office. There I found not Clapp, but
O�Brien standing with back to the stove, in a small,
rather dingy and decidedly unventilated room, two