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Text for Page 048 [02-14-1851]

              brain didn�t get to sleep soon.            By the bye,  one thing have I omitted
in the days chronicle.     Ere going to Roberts in the afternoon   I accompanied him
to Franklin Street, where resides his anticipatory mother in law.  There
I saw �Lotty� � a blessing on her black eyes, [word crossed out] and pretty foot.
She sate in a rocking chair talking with me while Charley made his visit
in the adjoining room.       Shall I see her his wife; � will this end happily
for him?   I hope so � he may cast again but will not win such another
prize, I think.   Well Alls Well that ends Well, [words crossed out]
[words crossed out]
  15. Saturday.  Up early, of a dark, rainy morning, dressed, and
with Alf Waud and Charley to the New Haven Depot.   He runs on to Frank-
lin Street, returns, Mason comes up, shakes hands, and the cars move on
We accompany him to the place where the locomotive is hitched on. So stand-
ing at the rear under the shelter of the overhanging roof we gaze out at the
rain and mud and mist and New York.  Arrived at the place, 32nd St
Charley�s off, rushes down to the house, through the little garden to have a part
ing hug at his �Lotty�. But alas! she was abed, and so her ruthless uncle
told him.  Wherefore he returned, mounted, shook hands, and we bade God
speed him, the cars moved on, and the last we saw was his head stret-
ched out betwixt them.x  We enter the depot, make a sketch of a locomotive,
and then return through rain and mud.   Parting with Alf, I get back
to Canal, breakfast in kitchen, then ascend and draw, in company 
with Mr Cross, who designeth supplying Charley�s place in the room and
occupying his bed.   Alf with us during the evening. A visit from Mason.
Barth called in the morning, telling how that he had got his berth of
Hospital Steward and therefore would remain some time on the Island.
   /     This day, ^|four| and twenty years ago, in the stone-built �ark�
Neithrop nigh to Banbury came I, (I suppose a little red biped), into
	x   Last time I ever looked in him through a false medium. June 1851.               
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