unrest and nervousness, from over-sense of res-
ponsibility and too much staying in-doors.
17. Friday. Ceaseless drenching rain all day till
midnight. Drawing Pic work. Did four blocks.
18. Saturday. Out early. Round to Houston St,
and tried the door of Bob Gun�s chamber, but, as
Sears informed me, as he hadn�t got to bed till
4 A. M. didn�t succeed in rousing my namesake.
(Glover temporarily occupied t�other bed.) Down
town. To Post Office, �Century,� �Constellation� &c
then up town. Did big Pic cut by dinner time.
A letter from George Bolton. He is married to
Sarah Conworth and both, hospitably enough, invite
me to visit them. Their �shanty� lies midway bet-
ween Paris and Brantford, two miles east of the
former; �place rough by pretty.� The Neff par-
cel I sent has never arrived, George inquires about
it. Down town, to �Century�, got $5 for edito-
rial used this week, to Express Office about parcel,
then to Pic Office. Morris, Billington &c there.
Poole�s handsome wife came up, talking with her,
subsequently seeing Gun and getting some money,
walked with Mrs Poole to Broadway. A brightly-
dressed, soft-black haired, pretty woman, pleasant
to look at and talk to. Up town, met Rawson
Gill. Impractiable and loafing as ever � says
he�s been trying to get proof-reading to do in new
paper offices &c. Round to Houston St in