by a singular chance he had met Old Kent, the Boston-
ian who dwelt at Holt, long time ago. At a railroad
depot he had noticed an old man, with unshorn beard, long
white hair and pant�s thrust inside boots country-fashion.
The old man had been in Illinois, dwelling with a wedded
daughter, had the fever & ague bad, (then suffering
from it,) and was now on his return for Boston.
Dillon with me till 2, then dined together, then
in Waud�s room, then parted. I down town, a
bootless call at Lantern-land, talk with Brougham,
return, work, supper, and hard at work till 11,
in Swinton & Fay�s room, in company with Waud.
11. Saturday. Drawing, hard, big Pictorial Picayune
cut. Down town through driving rain and muddy streets.
At Picayune & Lantern Offices &c and about till 3 or
so, then to room & work, ill, worried and weary.
Mr Weldon came, anon Mapother and a countryman of
his; anon they left. Talk with Weldon, he reading
aloud two glorious poems of Elizabeth Barrett Brownings,
(whose works he brought me.) Down stairs, gave tick-
ets to the Broadway Theatre to Swinton; down town
again. Horrible mud splashing and wet. To Picayune
Office, got paid, return, supped, and to room again.