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Text for Page 024 [12-16-1850]

              duality when I see him, but in sober thought I feel, for aught deeper, the
time has gone by for ever.    I would it were not so.  I know him
  17. Tuesday.  Writing to Boutcher all the morning.   In the afternoon walked
down town with Waud, who telleth me how he hath, for a day or so being
drawing for Charley, who willeth not that I should know it, in case I might like it
not.  Left him at Fulton Street, and repairing to the Battery, after some little
walking about got a boatman to take me across to Governor�s Island. A strong breeze
blowing, and the waves tossing tumultuously, spray dashing over and above us.
Arrived, found Barth at a place, the exterior of which looked like a whitewash
ed hovel, and the interior a decent, carpeted, parlour.   There sate the
whole dreary afternoon, in converse with him and one Miss Elizabeth.
Tepid talk of American poetess, and intermittent looking into albums. (This 
same Miss Elizabeth was wed, about getting a divorce,  had been illused by
her husband, and considered chastity in a man must arise from impotence.
All this I had learnt of Barth before.)          A breezy walk round part of
the island with Barth.  Red yellow bars of dull sun light as the day god
sunk, purple halo above, and cold chill gray over that.  Dismal poplars,
and chilly breeze.       At a place with hot fire and sleepy soldier. Barth
left me for his supper, and I taking up Bescott�s History of Mexico read
a little, and mused still more of what glory had brought me to. He
returned, and I embarked, and was rowed through the wild waters and
night to Brooklyn.  Ferry boat and brisk tramp back to Canal street,
buckwheat cakes and supper, and a quiet evening.   Wrote a long letter
to Mary, going to bed at about 1/2 past 1.
  18. Wednesday.  Took letters to Post Office.  Calls, at the Life
Office, at Fowler buildings, first going over to Brooklyn, calling
on Stratton the little Dentist, but did not find him within.               
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