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Text for Page 017 [11-29-1850]

              fills a glass which Barth presents to the barber, requesting him
to dispose of the same. Barber objects, Barth rattles his big
dragoon sword, and the potation disappears. On trying a similar
dose, he discovers he has forced the unhappy taisorial titurator
to bolt a quantity of castor oil.   A mistake of the words anisetti
and assieti had caused all!     /      Tells of battles, of hardships,
of murders, of hog killing, and artillery discipline also did he
favour us with, garnished with unlimited cursings.   Little
is he changed, vain and sensual as ever.   I had fancied
him better as we are want to do of the absent.           He
and Waud walked to Park Place with me that evening, and at
nine I returned to them and Canal Street; � more talk and
brandy and water &c till 12 or later, when Barth retired to
share part of Wauds� bed.   The morning following he went to
Governors Island where his �bully regiment� the 4th are quarter-
  30. Saturday. Work on the perspective still. Great to-do,
framing the other drawings.    Mr Anderson off to Washington.
 On going to dinner found a letter from M.     Bye the bye
sent one to home last Tuesday.     Much could I write of M�s
letter were not head weary and heart full.        Work at night
still.   Waud called, and after a scamper down Broadway
with the boy Andersons, we went to Reade Street and had a welsh
rabbit and a glass of ale, looked over Punch, talked about the
pope�s impudence in parrelling out England into bishopricks &c,
and then returned to Canal and Charley.


[note written across page:] Rather a harsh summing up of mine old school fellow. I looked more at the objectionable than redeeming qualities. So think I now. May 1851.               
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