William Bolton and Mary Bennett.
to both my sisters. (They told me and our mother
of it, but kept it otherwise honorably secret, know-
ing that if it came to his loving sisters� ears, they
would exult infernally over it.) �With all his
doings he is a miserable man, says �nobody
cares for him but his mother, he is reaping what
he has sown.� He scoffed at love, affected to
believe all women were impure as the �common
women who go in and out of his house now� on
his sisters assertion. Honest Mary said him
nay and told him, truthfully, that he had given
her no reason to suppose him a suitor. So much
for the stock of the rascally old �pig-poker� who
married my father�s father�s rich widow, swind-
led his drunken son out of the farm and begat
sons and daughters. Oh! Charley! why could-
n�t you find a wife not of his grandchildren?
Charley and Ned sleep every night at Chig-
well and our father grows weaker. It must be
but a dull house, now, for my mother and sisters.
23. Thursday. To the �World� office to try
and get something to do. Saw Stedman, his wife
and lady-friend. Looked in at �Century� office
and had a chat with Gibbons. To Post Office.
Met one of Leslie�s companions aboard the �Great
Eastern,� the man who had known Levison, who
told me he had just received a telegraphic dispatch