and Joe calling in the Evening; all three off to the �National�
Theatre. �New York, as it is.� A busting piece, no sort of plot,
or any attempt at any. �Mose� in great glory; his chief business
seeming to be knocking everybody about. The part of a �market
loafer� well played. The piece over, left. Called in
at a Book auction on our way home.
20. Friday. Called on Wilson of the �Brother Jonathan,�
in Spruce Street. Then up the Bowery. [words crossed out]
[words crossed out].� At Bobbett and Edmonds for wood-block, to com-
mence �Mose among the Britishers.� Jersey City and dinner.
Then over to New York and Wilson�s again. �Cholera� unsaleable.
Went to the �Ned Buntline� Office, but that worthy was out of
town. Shower of rain. Sitting on a pile of mats in Broad-
way, opposite the Park, contemplatively blue devilled.
George paid me a visit in the Evening. Reading Good old �book-fighter
against blue-devils,� Burton; and the book of Job � grandest
of all grand dramas, sublimest of poetry, divinest of morals, �In
God we live, and move, and have our being:� all proceedeth
from him, and existeth in him. Most wondrous Eyes of an
21. Saturday. Unwell, bodily and mentally. Drawing
as much as I was able. Title for �Mose.� In the Evening to
New York. Risked a dollar and a half in advertising; �