the evening,) passing through an island cut in two. Landing, I
wend my way to Davids. Had some provant, a wash and
half an hours rest, then a bit of a walk for an hour or more,
up Chestnut Street. Somewhat matagrabolized and melancholy.
Pondering much to the knowledge that there�s a brother of her I love
abiding in this city, who is no more conscious of my existence, than I
am of where, and what he is. Back to Davids � sangaree and
a smoke then to bed.
23. Friday. After breakfast off to Hart�s. He and Carey about to
dissolve partnership. Found him in the shop. He under the impression
that I had come to do the �Mose� series here. Sent for his
lithographer, a kindly Scot; and I accompanied him to his establishment
. Back to Harts together, and finally decided about the size of the draw-
ings. The Stories to be forwarded to me. Called on Mr. Frost,
and then at the Sartain�s Magazine office. Saw Sloanacre � pompous
dog. Then to Davids and a dozen oysters. 1/2 past 4 arriving
embarked about the �Trenton.� Bell ringing, porters wheeling big luggage
houses, off we go up the Delaware. Not a long trip by water � to
Bordentown (I think ) � then the Cars for the remainder of the trip.
A stout, good humoured butcher, an Irishman gets in a dispute
with a fellow countryman about England; � the fatter cursing
it, the former praising it above all places. Thus it began.
�And that�s Bristol is it (? (a place we passed on the route) �