and oh god may it be thy will that I may soon have one
from thee. Wife of my heart�s deep love how long will it be �
how many Christmasses must pass, ere with a glad cry thou leapest
to my arms, to welcome thy now sad-hearted lover home?
27. Thursday. Poor Sander worse, unable to rise. Suspecting that
he had the small pox I passed some hours hunting about confounded Jer-
sey for a doctor. It was not till the afternoon that one arrived. Young
fellow, cigar in mouth, hands in pocket. �Ah � I see! you�ve got the small
pox. � don�t want any medicine, or anything to eat � be still.� (Then
turning to me) �What are you drawing?� Sander. �Den if I had
one pistol I would put him to my head and shoot my brains out!� Doctor
(very sternly) �Won�t you dye soon enough, then.� / Exit Doctor, and
Sander writes two letters, which I take over to New York for him. All
the afternoon spent in doing it. To a certain Saroni in Water Street, whom
I could see, (and as the event proved), didn�t care a pin for Sander, and
to Norfolk St � a Mr Mercer. This man I found with him, when re-
turned to Jersey. All the fellows apprehensive of infection. Walk
with Hughie, the evening, and a most dreary one. Called several times
at Doctors, unsuccessfully. Returning found John Rankin i' the kitchen.
Talk sanitory and doleful. Hughie regularly faints away from over-
wrought apprehension. To bed. no one in the room, as Sander had
been removed into a seperate one; � bed stead all dreary, and fire out.
28. Friday. Drawing �Mose�. Evening with Hughie to New York.
Up Bowery to the Gotham Baths. Warm bath. Then going homewards
an oyster supper. / Poor Sander very bad in his room