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              breakfast to the Post Office with letter for Alf, and Wall Street to Express Office.
Evening to Canall Street. No letters. Back, dull enough, calling at Duane.
Mr Hart�s room closed, no one there.  Returned to Robinson, sate awhile in the
sitting room, then ascent to the one adjoining mine.  Two young fellows, one playing
banjo and violin, the other reading on of Reynold�s filthily trashy novels.
  13. Tuesday.  Drawing all the morning. After dinner, having finished, to
Duane Street, and from thence with Mr Hart and Dillon to Chamber Street, where
I left the block with Roberts.  Then down Broadway, a crowd blocking the street
stores closed, and all being anticipation of the approach of the President and suite; he
having already landed at Castle Garden.  Taking over station at Judsons Hotel, we 
await the arrival.  Met little Stratton the Brooklyn Dentist.   Barth came up, but
seeing three feminines of his acquaintance joined them abruptly.  Dense array of folks
at windows, on horse tops, everywhere, a broiling hot day.  Pretty girls in balcony,
people lining the side-walks from the Battery to Irving House.   The procession ad-
vancing, and in an open chariot drawn by six horses sat Millard Fillmore. A
gentlemanly good humored face, � that of a man who has been well-looking, and
white haired.   In the succeeding vehicle sat Daniel Webster.  A keen, anxious
intellectual, square face, grey haired; �  a notable man to gaze upon; energy
and hard intellect in every wrinkle.   Great parading afterwards of militia companies.
Adjourened to Sherwoods for a sherry cobler, then after awhile out again gazing
at the valiantly pespiring militia men.    I like the Continentals best, on account
of the historical association � In the Park.  Parted, and after supper I
joined them at Duane Street; and as agreed, we went to Brougham�s Lyceum.
�London Assurance� played. How I recalled Mrs Nesbetts glorious laugh and
lovely face, � and Keeley�s �Dolly Spanker�.   The play, however is a scampishly
clever one, not over moral.  It was decently played  (Brougham I recollected as past
projector of the last year�s �Bubble.�)     Next �a row at the Lyceum� � Dismal
enough, though from the incongruous nature of the piece it should have been mirth pro-               
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