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	More Charlestonizing.
to the cupola of the custom-house, seeing Lavine
by the way, at his desk.       Continuing our walk,
we met Carlyle at the junction of Meeting and
Broad Streets, anon took our several ways.     I
went down King Street to the Battery, anon re-
turned up it, taking mental notes for a sequel
to my descriptive letter about the city.  In half
an hour I encountered my tall editorial friend
again and made two calls with him, one at a 
Frenchman�s where we drank absinthe another
at a fine dry-goods and clothing-store � the
Stewarts of Charleston.   The owner was very cour-
teous, on learning my assumed business.     To
hotel, dinner and room, writing a letter to
the Evening Post.  Down town secretly to mail
it at the usual hour, returning to Express
Office.    W. Waud, Morris the Mill-owner and
his jolly assistant �Frank� there.    With them to
the Frenchman�s of my morning�s acquaintance,
through the rain.      Champagne, claret, cigars
and stories in a little rear room, black, damp
night out-side.      To hotel by 11 and bed.
  20.  Sunday.   Saw Carlyle in the hall
after breakfast, he going to church.  I had
thought of doing the same, selecting one frequent-
ed by negroes both on this and other Sundays,