1. Saturday. Writing &c till nigh upon
noon, then down town. To Nagle�s, � all
busy removing to a place in Ann Street. A
monstrous turtle, (dead) lying at the shop-
front, to the wonder and admiration of unlimited
boys. Nagle placarding it �this is a sea-Eagle.
Got paid half for fine poster. To Reveille Office.
Mr Charles. To Lantern Office. Dined. To
Democratic Review Office, seeing Sanders it�s editor,
and getting political notches from him. To
the Post Office. To Holcomb & Levys. To
Dickenson. To Lantern again. Got some money
from Powell. To Lockingtons. Hawkins
there. What a shallow dog he is. Not
hateful, but such a dreary, idea assuming