Scribbling. Attic items.
28. Friday. Writing till 2 P. M. then
down town, to Haney�s and Tribune office.
Haney not back. Requested to do another edi-
torial for tomorrow�s paper; went up-town and
did it, Boweryem taking it down, as he thought
he�d better go to the Post Office. Morris in tem-
porarily. To bed about 2.
29. Saturday. In doors scribbling &c
all the dark, drizzly day. Wrote to Mary Ann,
did something for Tribune and scored up dia-
ries. Morris up at about 6, for a very short
time. Out with Boweryem at 11 for oysters
and looked into �the Store� for drinks subsequently.
30. Sunday. In doors until evening. Mor-
ris came, boring, in the afternoon and supped with
us. To 745 in the evening; the family, in-
cluding Nast and wife, and baby. Parton and
Haney there. Slowish. Morris came later.
Our attic floor, at 132 Bleecker Street, pre-
sents a cheerful social aspect just now. Shep-
herd has been drinking with Mullen for the last
three days, and now lies in the room of the lat-
ter in a state of utter nervous prostration, while
Watson, without fire and light (for the stove
hasn�t been put up and Cahill neglects to buy
kerosene, or has squandered his last week�s salary)
wanders about of evenings, like a small, impri-
soned Banshee. He can�t go out, being almost