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Text for Page 053 [02-22-1851]

              umbrellas under arm.  Crowds around, well-dressed men, and pretty 
women.  Return to dinner, and then out again, with Alfred and
Cross; up Broadway, more processioning and denser mob.  Tripler
Hall thronged, ditto Niblo�s Theatre.  Having tickets proffered us entred
the latter.  Foote (the Senator who drew the Revolver on Benton) Orationizing.
Too dense a crowd shifting to and fro to hear aught, save now and then the
words �Liberty� �Constitution� and the like.    Returned to Canal, and re-
mained there the rest of the day, save Waud who sallied out to the City
Hall to witness the rocket discharging and illuminations.  Egg flip and Cross�s
accordion, on his return.
  23. Sunday. Morning walk on the Canal Street Dock and those ad-
junct with Alf; being glorious weather. Return, after a contemplative smoke.
He commences a portrait of Atchien, in his celestial cosume. I after a read
at �Punch� walk to Chapin�s.  See the congregation depart, (how many
[word crossed out], delicious, kissable feminine feet were there that descended the 
then walk back up Broadway to dinner.     Afternoon reading and dozing.
Walk with Cross and Alf, witnessing the sunset from the end of the
long dock. Water as smooth as oil, with a Turnerish effect on it, the west
a sea of pale gold with russet and purple hued clouds, sabbath calm all
around.          After supper leaving Alf writing out with Cross, called at 
Holts, and with Mr Hart to Chapins.    Congregation flocking out, as he
did not preache, being at Maine.   So a stroll up and down Broadway, a
cigar, a subsequently ale at Reade Street. Return by 10, and found
Alf on my bed, asleep.    Read two hours at Dante, then slept.
  24. Monday.   Rain sans intermission all day.  Drawing the drill
machines on the block.  Cross and Alf with me.  Alf in great glory, taking
portrait of little Mrs Dobson, down stairs.    Barth called, played ^|Euchre| [word 
crossed out]
with Cross, and dined with us.  Writing letters in the evening, and               
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