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Text for Page 035 [01-10-1851]

              hopes say I.     Drawing, as want all the evening.   Mr Hart and
Dillon called, joining our triumvirate. Ale and converse.
  11. Saturday.  Down town with Charley, first to the �Era� Office, where
I left the title drawing for �Mysterious Chief, and Heroes of 1812,� then,
being joined again by Charley to a certain store in Pearl Street, where he made
an essay at sketching it, and anon the job fell to me.   Thus an hour passed;
then a brief stroll on the breezy Battery over the loosened, ill paved pavement
flanking the margent: then parting I went on my way back along the North
River.    Head gear during the afternoon.   Barth called anent of his spending
the morrow with us.   Evening, having finished head-gear for the time being, and
Mr Hart calling, sallied out with him. Visited a picture Auction-room, where
a drunken Transatlantic Robins was disposing of canvass of more or less merit
at low prices.    Mr Richardson and Dillon Mapother there.   The picture
sale ended we walked down Broadway, and after half an hour at an English
tavern,  and a pint of ale each bid good night to Mr Richardson, and in-
dividually I do the same at the Jersey ferry with Mr Hart and Dillon.
  12.  Sunday. Barth arrived.  With him and Waud crossed to Hoboken,
the ferry boat splintering the huge besieging ice blocks with exultant clamor, chilly
Tritons below perchance wondering what was the cause of the awful pudder over
their heads.    Arrived, a most exhilarating and muddy river side ramble,
fumigation, chatter, and now and then dropping astern for a few minutes
quiet thought and thankfulness for this same beautiful world.   Keep silent
when in communion with Nature awhile, and you wonder at the delicious
peaceful feeling which �covers you all over like a cloak.� You think, feel,
and enjoy at every pore.          Hickory nut hunting for half an hour or 
more,  then a muddy but pleasant ramble and run back.   Crossing, and
a late dinner to the demi-annoyance of little Dobson.  Afternoon I
dozed, Barth and Alf Waud fumigate out of window of the room of the               
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