14. Tuesday. In-doors all day, drawing head-gear, Waud with me.
He sulkily splenetic of late, the which, must be treated homeopathically. I like him
right well, have spoken to him of this treason to social intercourse, but rather hath
it tended to increase, that decrease it. He, may be, thinks it undignified to show
good-humer constantly. Well � bitter blood must work its own cure. As Love
and Friendship shall ever stand on equal pedestals, I cannot descend to say
�be good-humored, for I can�t be easy if you aint!� / Mr Hart called
and sate for an hour with us in the morning, and Dillon for two or more in
the evening. Had one pleasant half hour with Waud � on the wharf, watch-
ing the sunset.
15. Wednesday. Down town. Called at the Office, and then to Genin�s.
Paid for headgear to this date. Then a call at Mr Richardson�s. Saw both
him and wife, turned over a few portfolios in search of prints with head gear
available, then back to dinner. Drawing during the remainder of the day,
having obtained another book from Genin. Turkish Costume. Waud and
Charley present during the evening, former drawing, latter reading.
I have during the last two days, read the life of the forger Monroe Edwards.
A keen intellect the fellow had. Now what a good end is there obtained
by mediocrity. Had the majority of mankind intellect in a high degree, what
with the jostle of Vanity fair, and desire of making money, morality would
exert but little constraint in preventing crime. We should have thousands of
Monroe Edwards�, and civilization would be worse than the might-makes-right
of savage life. The great moral of the book is that a man may
go to heaven with half the pains he takes to compass hell � as Fielding
hath it. And what a wretched life is a rogues�, after all. Scheming,
planning, disgrace, discomfiture, defeat, feverish success, with wasteful
libertinism alternating. Honesty is the best policy. (A very rascally proverb
bye the bye, but one that may influence people, more than better ones.)
[written across page:] Wrongly did I judge him thence � He was splenetic but �twas the result of, wrestling with love; sorrow Let it stand as a memento to me.