still; only an old woman attendant. He sends in to me asking
me to appeal to Mrs H, not to turn him out till to-morrow. Then
he will have somewhere to go to. I do so. / They, I be-
lieve have pity for the poor fellow, but dread of boarders leaving � loss
of dollars, dollars, dollars commands the inhumanity. Heaven helps
the poor fellow � to lie ill, in a foreign county, at the mercy of
strangers or chance sympathy �
29 Saturday. Sander carried down by his friend Mercer into
conveyance, destined to Alms house. / I went to New York,
Chamber Street, and saw Mr Greatbatch. Called on Warren But-
ler, and Hawkins.
30. Sunday. Fine frosty mornings walk to Bergen Rocks, with
Hughie and Collinson. Evening I went to New York for a bit of a stroll
up Broadway and by the Park. John Rankin in our room, narrating
the deviltries of his apprentice-shop, horse driving nocturnally, waggon-
lifting on barns, boat stealing for a time, orchard pilfering, vitriol-
squirting over dress of unpopular girls, and similar amusements.
31. Monday. Work on �Mose�. Two �Examiners� from England.
Evening turned out for a bit with Hughie, he expecting two brothers per rail,
for New Years day. Didn�t come. Back � and Collinson coming
sat up singing till an hour beyond midnight, fairly seeing the
old year out. / Yet this is scarce the right way � I neither
would laugh or cry it in � but think it in. Farewell old