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Text for Page 019 [11-06-1851]

              Cherry Street, ycleped the Croton Mills.  The
owners thereof having gotten a prize at the World�s Fair
for the best manufactured flour, had by way of advertise
ment thrown open their building from cellar to roof,
issuing cards of invitation to respectability in general.
Everything was marvellously clean, and pleasant to look
upon, and a contrast to the mill of some Chaucer
ian sung wight in its multiform complexity of detail.
There was also a cottation whereat the people did
crowd and devour most unceasingly.   Many comely women
I noted, and the sex ate so heartily that one might
fancy Othello�s exclamation
	�That we can call these delicate creatures ours
	     And not their appetites �
might have been produced by envy of Desdemona�s good
digestion.   Men were [words crossed out] jocosely wolfish.
To the Office after with Holbrook, got wood blocks.  Morey
came, and I with him in an hours time (he calling
for me;) to Tripler Hall,  there to hear Jenny Lind rival
as the newspapers phrase it, Catherine Hayes.   There
I met de Bougars, the old vinous-faced Gaul, and the
little Irishman who abode in Robinson Street, next room
to mine, and who got drunk more than once.  He
was here officiating as a usher.     Catherine Hayes has
a fine deep voice, sang �John Anderson my Joe� well               
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