Mrs. Bryant�s & Morris�s Novel.
he avers, will be sure to return to New York,
after he has demonstrated his ability in �Punch.�
Our friend, �the Mejor,� is a shy lot, as usual;
the Bellew family are down upon him. There
is a strong streak of Irishness running all through
it, I fancy. The paymaster ship of the Sur-
rey militia seems either to be retained by Bel-
lew Senior, or to have become an intangibility.
Bob Gun�s wife has �300 a year. I
took Cahill home with me for an hour or so,
and he departed at about midnight, having
had quite as much liquor as was good for him.
I judged that he�d go home to bed, with what
correctness will appear anon.
31. Sunday. Haney came at 11. To the �Store,�
waiting there, or walking up and down in the
street � no Cahill. At 12 � I left Haney
at 745, whence he was going over to Brook-
lyn, to attend the funeral of Rees senior, whom
I never saw. Writing during the afternoon.
Frank Hillard called, stayed an hour. Morris
came, bored me with an account of the plot of
�Ruined!�, his proposed title for the magnum
opus he and Mrs. Bryant have been incubating
upon for the last nine months. He supped
with me, then went off. A messenger from