�Tom� Mapleson�s Death.
Sears, whose family lives in the Highlands,
at no great distance. Little Boweryem very
much dislikes Giles, says he is a loafer
with an ambition to go into the Slave Trade.
Giles has been in California; has some money;
does nothing but loaf now. Evening with
Stedman and Boweryem, occasionally others.
Abed by 10 o�clock.
21. Monday. Up by 6 or earlier of a cold,
windy May morning. Breakfast with Bowery-
em, Warren, Stedman and gray-haired Eng-
lishman. (He had been in Australia and sunk
most of his money in some French communistic
experiment, so Boweryem told me.) Good-bye
to the Phalanx. A cold ride in the stage, a
brief railroad journey, then by steamer to New
York. The vessel rolled so that it made little
Boweryem rather ill; Stedman and I enjoyed
it. I find out he knew, pretty intimately,
Thomas Mapleson, brother to the scoundrel who
married my aunt Annie. This Thomas was
an intimate of Porter of the �Spirit of the Times,�
of Richards, Herbert (�Frank Forrester�) and
spreed and squandered with them, finally dying
in a cellar, kept by a negress, Stedman
was a sort of college chum of this Mapleson�s.
At New York again. I, to Harper�s. �That