who chanced to be there. Subsequently we went
to a tavern nigh Thames Street, where sitting
by a big fire place we took a cigar and toddy.
It might have been cosy, but heavy footed waiters,
horribly wide awake boys and homeless looking men
were about, and the former made a thoroughfare
twixt us and the fire. I felt drowily dreary.
But the rain came slowly down � the fire was
not in mine own solitary room. At about 5
to Mulberry street. Supped there, then with
Joe to hear one of Chapins sermons. Apart
from the excellence of it I like the feeling of
being in Church. I like to listen to the organ,
letting the mind float back to old times, old pure
thoughts and inklings of Life, Death, and Immor-
tality. I feel childlike, happier and better,
not such a worldling.