1. Wednesday. Charley and friend Fogg up and dressing. I and Alfred
pulling up old floor-matting, sweeping dust &c. They off for their new years calls.
Joe came, and I with him visited Mr Greatbatch�s. Returned, parting with
Joe. The boy Andersons called with Mac Namara. Waud dressed, and we start
out together. Visited M Jullien, gentlemanly French hostel proprieter, and client
of �the Office�. Imbibing Champagne, Madeira and Whiskey (?) There an hour
then left. Gave the boys the slip and after brief stroll returned to Canal Street,
to pass the remainder of the day in quiet, which to this present 10 at night has
been happily accomplished. Folks are merry down stairs, and I am thought-
fully content above. Fire is burning brightly, and Alf Waud is writing a letter
to his mother, beside me.
2. Thursday. A call at the Office, at 12. Hat-drawing during the
afternoon and evening.
3. Friday. Putting down carpet &c. with Waud and Charley in the fore
noon. Mr Hart called. Hats� occupying the remainder of the day.
4. Saturday. Drawing and thereanent. Don�t recollect going abroad.
5. Sunday. A fresh mornings walk along the brink of the North River,
huge ice-blocks borne along by the clear cold water, or besieging the wharfs;
timber piles all candied with ice or snow. Return to dinner and Alf Waud.
Afternoon reading and dozing till Mapother called. Evening with Waud and
the younger Hall to Chapin�s. Sermon peculiarly apropos for a New Year. Of
the object and ends of Life, that Man being the culminating point of Nature,
the link between the visible and invisible hath a higher destiny than existence in this
lower world. That this exquisitely fashioned raiment of body worn by us enshrines
a spirit to which Nature speaks not only through Material beauty, but Spiritual
and Moral. That as the successive generations of Mankind go to the grave