It is supposed that my Uncle Samuel is dead. His was a manly,
embittered spirit. His life � a sad result of early follies &
disobedience to over-severe parents. I liked him much & would
have liked him more, if he�d have let me. I knew my mother
loved him sisterly all his life. / Joe off, he says, on
the 10th, by the �Ocean Eagle.� / Down town, to the
wood-peckers Randall & Co, got proofs, paid Randall, to
Lantern Office, saw Powell; (Brougham at Washington,) � to
Mathews, to the Reveille Office with cuts, saw Murphy, got
paid for last week, and out into the rain & mud again.
To the �Live & let Live� saloon, dined. Back to my room
by 4, out again to purchase white lead for the benefit of the
bugs, which I could not compass. So returned, dozed till
7, then puttying up holes in wall &c, writing, doing chores,
a perfect hurricane of wind & rain raging without.
29. Sunday. Rain over, the streets washed cleaner than
I ever witnessed before, & wind boisterous. Doing chores, and at
About 10 1/2 to the Shades & breakfast. There reading papers
two hours or more, returned to room. Reading, dozing, &
then a most extensive swabbing & scrubbing of the floor, of one
hours duration. By 5, out & to Mulberry Street. There
till 11 at night. Talk of Australia. Joe expects to de-
part on the tenth of next month.