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Text for Page 149 [03-16-1859]

and what a death!    The ghastly side of
Bohemianism with a vengeance!       Clapp asserts
that he �knew North like a book� and though during
the life of the latter their mutual selfishness and ego-
tism must have again and again brought them into an-
tagonism, nay, have induced the hatred of which only
intensely vain people are capable, Clapp can have no
more inducement to pervert truth about his dead
comrade that is offered by a desire to shine at his
expense.    I find Clapp does nearly everything for
effect.   His literary judgments are not worth a rotten
straw, he neither thinks or trys to think honestly of
anything, has no reverence, no belief; neither his
life or thoughts are squared with truth.  I am
inclined to think North was the less depraved man
of the two, the wretched suicide with all his insane
vanity, did aspire to something, alloyed as it might be
with Free-Love Phallus worship, His Millenium of
invention-gone-mad is a poor business to be sure but
better that than none at all.                  From one
ugly man to another: I visited Whitelaw one
Sunday night.    Found him in a rear back room,
at night on a �make your own beer� design.   He began
to talk of himself, as usual, his excellence in making
wax-flowers, his teaching his wife, Church the artist
&c.     He showed me a design of his for Church�s big
South American picture, said, he, Whitelaw, had de-
signed the title of the Ledger.   Did I know Fanny Fern?               
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