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              the afternoon, writing at night.  Adam of Mentz.      Wrote a letter to Washington
Irving, asking for his autograph.
  19. Tuesday.  To the Post Office, (meeting George Brown by the way, who with white
teeth & trousers, and sanguine hair, stood ventilating himself at the door of a dry goods 
store.)
Return, an hours idling in the Nassau Street bookstores.  Bought Carlyle�s translation of 
the
Wilhelm Meister;  Macaulays Lays of Ancient Rome, & a volume of Hood.   Writing.
At 5 or so called on Roberts, and with him to Brooklyn where getting ready the boat
we started for a cruise; a dull sky overhead, the water of a grey-brown tint;
adjacent shores cold-looking; and a brisk breeze blowing, sending the water flying
from the sharp forepast of the little vessel.  Coasting Governors Isle, then far
out to the right, then across to Staten Island shore, then to Gowanus; by the
time the red flaming disc of the sun appeared, low on the horizon, tinting a path 
of wave tops with glory, above him rosy bosomed clouds, and far over all a heavy
mass of indigo.  (Fancy in such scene as this, the vast shoulders and head of
some submarine Titon upheaving from the deep, to take a glance at the sinking
day-god; with thick, unkempt hair and beard, seaweed, sea flower and coral-deck-
ed, and placid vast kindly features & human expression.       Could such thing be,
much like Bulwer�s last Faun must our Tritonic-titon feel, as we �human
mortals� now with our stupid wisdom commonplace  stedfastly persist in blinding the
minds eye with our Mammon god.     I would we could believe such things.)
Landing at Gowanus, took as Robert�s phrased it �a nip�, then to the �pavilion� of
an intimate of his, who not proving at home, we after an half hour or so, devoted
to very indifferent oysters, set sail again.       By this time it was quite dark, no moon 
visible, though an infinitude of stars.   A brisk breeze sent us flying through the tranquil
water, through Buttermilk Channel, and coasting the Long Island shore, an hour
and half saw us back to Gray�s bath.   Weary work with sails & accesaries; then
good bye and back to New York and bed. (Barth had called during my absence)
  20. and 21. Wednesday and Thursday.  Sticking in doors both days, scribbling               
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