car, which was jam-full. To-bed by 2.
A. M. tired enough and half-inclined to give
4. Thursday. To the office about noon,
subsequently to �Courier� one and to Peck Slip;
there to see a dog-breeder and fancier. Marble
has suggested that I should write an article
about New York �dorgs.� Up-town by 2.
Writing and sleeping during the dull rainy af-
ternoon. At 8 � turned out to attend the
opening of Brady�s new photographic gallery,
corner of 10th street and Broadway. A good
many people there, newspaper-men and notabili-
ties, a display of photographs and a collation,
partaken of perpendicularly, in the operating room.
F Leslie, Avery and Briggs there. I accompan-
ied the latter down-town, in an omnibus between
10 and 11, when he pronounced journalism a
generally demoralizing profession, destruction of
individuality and productive of sceptism as to
all ^|good| human motives and honesty, instancing hack
newspaper writers as corroborating his opinions.
A queer, shifty man is Briggs, not offensive
and objectionable, as I once thought, from his oc-
casional brusqueness, but queer. Methinks some
of his remarks hoise the engineer with his own
petard. I got out at the park, wrote my