dancing cellars, negroes & negresses. Vice and crime rampant
in bye streets, good things of day fast abed and asleep. To
my room & reading half the night through.
15. Friday. Down town calls. Return to room, Mr Hart
came, and presently Welden. He had shaved off beard and mous-
tache, and until he spoke I did not recognize him. Just re-
turned from Niagara. Talking, all, and drinking claret. They
left, I to dinner, and Brooklyn. Evening visited Wood�s Min-
strels. To the Gymnasium at close. Found Mr Hart, Dillon,
Waud, Yatman & Etting at Erfords, and anon Damoreau came.
All there till past 11. Walked with Mr Hart to Jersey Ferry,
parting at midnight, then back to room, witnessing a serenade
to President Pierce at the Astor House by the way.
16. Saturday. Stirred out scarcely at all, save for meals.
Writing article for the Times. Waud with me afternoon & evening.
A brief stroll out at night together.
17. Sunday. Breakfasted down town at Goslings, then in-doors
during the greater part of the day, finishing article for Times. Waud
down stairs, in Swinton�s room, drawing. No one called all the long
sunny day. With Waud during the afternoon. Evening, he de-
clining to take a walk, I rambled off to Beach Street. Lotty
was at the window, talking with Gordon, a well meaning sort
of vapidity enow. Mrs � I forget her name, � chatty little widow
lay on the sofa, sick and silent. Talk, lively. One or
two quaint personalities I chanced to say to Lotty, set her practising
her queer little insolences, half natural, half assumed as they are.
She mocked and moved, put her face near to mine, plucked