The Park in War-Time.
Seventh as an amateur to-morrow. He was at
745 last night, rather tipsy; not an infrequent
condition with him. Nicholas wanted to volun-
teer, too, but the Bank couldn�t very well spare
him. During this night�s conversation, for
a wonder, Sally�s name was not once men-
tioned! Cahill up in my room, on my
1. Wednesday. Alternate rain and sun-
shine and raw, chill wind. Writing and loafing
till 5, then down-town, passing Nast; whom
Cahill met subsequently, walking with Eliza,
Matty in the rear, and, relating it to me, burles-
qued Tommy�s assumption of the airs of a man
about town. I thought his face looked flabby
and Jewish. One always finds a man�s face
disagreeable when one dislikes him. Left M.S.S.
at Strongs, looked in at Haney�s and return-
ed up-town. A company of �Ulster Guards� in
occupying the barracks in the park, sentries in
shabby private clothes, with a blue blanket for cloak.
over them. Out awhile, after supper, then