Mullen. Fletcher Harper.
arily. To the �Evening Post� Office, saw Maverick
up stairs. To F. Leslie�s, met F. Bellew there;
together to Crook and Duff�s, where we found Mul-
len, on a stool at the counter, taking a solitary
oyster stew. He joined us, talked a curious blend-
ing of b�hoy-filibuster and artist, called Bellew
�Frank,� and assumed an amusing familiarity.
Bellew gave him a sketch and notion to carry
out for �Vanity Fair.� Mullen was a lieutenant
(!) in the regiment to which O�Brien belonged;
has loafed in uniform all the summer, has now
thrown off both it and his volunteering. He
is �no abolitionist,� he says. We walked up Broad-
way together. Writing all the evening.
27. Friday. Writing to Hannah.
28. Saturday. Down town to Harper�s; read
proof of and got $29 for story. Mc. Lenan coming
in saluted me. Leaving, walked up to Nassau
Street in company with Fletcher Harper, who talk-
ed about the Trent affair and wanted to know
whether England would go to war �with us� if Mason
and Slidell were given up. Looked in at the
�Sunday Times� Office; met Morris, who was going
to the �Illustrated News� Office, to at once remonstrate
with the editor about his reprinting some bosh in
the �Knickerbocker,� fraudulently published un-
der the prefix of �K. N. Pepper,� and to offer a