One wouldn�t like his wife to smoke. But some how there was
a fitness of it, with Lotty. She looked pretty, doing it, �
and �twas a very good cigar. An impromptu oyster supper
anon, Whytal fetching �em, more merry talk & little rompings,
and I walked through the clear chill midnight Streets � to my
solitary room. It�ll hardly last.
28. Monday. Down town, Post Office, Office of Barnum &
Beachs paper, seing Leslie & leaving sketch, Picayune Office &c
Drawing in the afternoon. Evening at Wallacks with Waud
to see �Money.� I like Laura Keane, face, voice and
playing. I can�t find aught to cavil at in the latter, albeit
I�ve seen her in so many diverse parts. She hasnt any
miserable mannerisms, talks like a human creature & a lady,
don�t roll her R�s & say �key-ind� and �skey-i,� nor
over-do a part as nearly all players do. I like her pleasant
English speech and look. / Holcomb joined us, after
�Money� was over. �High Life Below Stairs� followed. Supped
at Erfords, en triumvirate.
29. Tuesday. Fred Greatbatch came, with word that
little Will was dead, and bidding me to the funeral.
So at half past one I went there, and was by Mr Great-
batch ushered into the front room, which was dark, the outer
blinds being closed, and a number of persons present. On