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Text for Page 137 [07-17-1851]

              where lay one of his children; the open shop beyond & schnieders working.
  18. Friday. Drawing during the morning.  Afternoon to New York. To Wall
Street & Andersons, the boys there. To Post Office, to Robinson Street, to Canal,
to Perry Street, and then, 6 o�clock approaching, back; taking ice-cream in
Chatham Street Saloon by the way.     On the Ferry-boat was met by Albert Brown,
and together we walked up Fulton Street.     His brother George�s essay to start in
business here has proved a failure, he now seeking employ, as is Albert himself.
Fearfully is he marked by the small pox.  (How the devil does he live I wonder.
He dresses well, has no employ, & must eat, drink, & sleep.)       Evening
passed on the wooden terrace in rear of the house, prompting the fellows to
send for beer and setting �em singing nigger songs.  /                I shall not
stop long at this place. They do the [unclear word] in the grub department, re-cooking
unfortunate fishes twice over, to the production of unsavory smells, & generally 
speaking don�t come up to the average in the provant way.   Other boarders pay
less too than I.       And for company, though they�re sociable, there�s nothing in
any of �em. Mrs P�s [words crossed out] by [word crossed out] attentions and civilities at-
tempts to make up the table deficencies (which however she�s quite conscious of, for
she spake of the �novelty� of the employ, when she�s been in it for sure two years,
or nigh upon�t.  /    The oldest daughter Mrs Brooks [words crossed out] has a resentful
half-injured style of speaking, (not uncommon with Yankee feminines, who all
must do the independent stay to the exclusion of good temper.)    Her husband seems
tolerably well informed, and talks interestingly of California. Miss �Tish� or �Tishy� as
they call her is quiet, [word crossed out] and fish-like.  Very icy indeed.  Rather 
rebutting in
her replies to those who do the talking.  Perhaps her reserve is sorrow for her
father, perhaps its an idea that she�s not made enough of.  She comes out with
�fool� & the like to her sister sometimes.       The  defunct Paterson, requiescat in
pace two years back in spoken of now & then; � he must have been a very 
unexceptionable man, and a great snob.   Never swore in�s life, never got impatient               
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