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Text for Page 178 [09-08-1851]

              8  Monday.   Arose hot, clammy & splenetic, from the damp & windows all
open, which don�t suit Governors Island.     A Mr Norman & a lady arrived as
visitors to Barth, having crossed the Atlantic, & bearing home presents for him. The
man was a be-Yankefied Englishman, having during twelve years sojourn here man-
aged to assimilate to himself all transatlantic depreciation of his own greater Country.
To New York, there leaving them & Barth, to Holmes.     Back to Ogres�ses
at Leonard Street, (as handsome pleasant-faced Mrs Marchant has dubbed Mrs
Flowers, the presiding authority here � don�t like the woman.)   Letter from
Alf, with M S returned.  Disenheartening, save that Gleason�s everyway a vulgar
uneducated snob, mute of vessel whilome � what should he know of a tolerably well
written tale? Bah � So much for that business.  /       A Letter from home.
Folks at Ramsgate.  /     To Castle Garden & Wall Street again.       Evening
after staircase talk with Marchant & wife, to Broadway.   Sate talking
with Mrs Kidder for half an hour or, horribly oppressive sultry evening, �
when Miss Margaret Brown came, with an elderly cavalier.     Monopolized her
company, cavalier talking to Mrs K.       She paints portraits, in oil, is about
to have rooms in Broadway, asked why I hadn�t called if I wanted to see
her.   Don�t like her so well this time; � she�s of the world, worldly. Presently
Lotty came in, and began to sing & play.   Miss Brown & cavalier departed.
Pope called & took Mrs K out for an ice at Taylors, leaving me tete a tete
with Lotty, as she would�nt go too.     Heaven help her, the unmatchable
[words crossed out] little creature; � had I met her at the age of sixteen I�d have
been in love with her, as �tis I should be the greatest ass having to dream of it.
She�ll fall to the lot of some snob, unless Fate sends a fitting Orlando. And yet
I think no high minded self respecting mind could submit to the pretty slights she�d
put on him. (Told me she did not like me at all at first, but she did,
better now.  I was excentric.   I�d like to win her to think of me as
a friend, when I later in of an evening � it may-be she may some day               
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