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Text for Page 194 [04-22-1859]

site room and I am going to have a pipe and
a read at Southey�s �Doctor.�
  23.  Saturday.  Down town, meeting Bob Gun by the
way.  To Omnibus office, Britton not in.  To Harper�s,
saw Nordhoff, Bonner & �the Major�. (The second alluded
to a bit of chaff I put in anent the paper in a �Restaurant�
article.)   Sketch for �cawicachaw� accepted.  To Post-Office,
Strongs &c, then to Omnibus again.   There till 2, vainly
waiting for Britton, the day wet and miserably.  Rode
up town, dined and down again.   Another hour and a 
half�s miserable waiting � no Britton, consequently no
money.    Got so nervous and irritated at the waste of
time, mortification &c, that Adrian, the engraver, whom
I wanted to pay (chafing only at not being able to) who
met me in the street instead of adding to it by dun-
ning me proposed a glass of ale.     Up town again, by
omnibus.      Rain, room, rain.   A wretched, humilia-
ting day of it.   Did something however; in the eve-
ning.          Will the day ever, ever come when I shall
remember this poverty as permanently bye-gone? ��
  Yet how many are there in this city ten times worse
off than I.   Women, too, who are always miserably
paid; who make less in a week than I for a morning�s
work � sometimes.          Rawson up in my room, nearly
all day.    I don�t think I have ever put down any
details as to his antecendent.    His father, Gill, was a
Manchester man who married a wife of half his age, con-
trary to his relations� wishes.   Hence he came to America.               
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