a feeble nephew who wants to ruin his young wife by slanderous
testimony of said returned Gipsy King Australian, and love letter,
� that�s the play � bah ! I hate that carver & golden sort
of morality of surface talk in plays. The honest, autopicken
of morality of the Beggars opera, or the subtle wit of the
matchless School for Scandal ought to rebuke it for ever.
Supped at Florence�s & parted, subsequently. ) Welden
called on me in the morning. I think he had been imbibing
a little, and he talked freely of Seymour and O�Brien.
How the latter had told gratis lies about my poor Ghost Story
in the Whig Review, saying that it had been translated,
adapted, stolen from the french.
I who can�t read a line of french am likely to have thought of
such a thing! Little thought I when scribbling away in the
Leonard street attic, of such a charge. Nevertheless both
Seymour, (alias Bailey) & O�Brien have industriously lied to that
effect. And the former ridiculed, vilified and tattled of
our Staten Island summer ramble, when I & Waud admit-
ted him to our company. And O�Brien always �carries loaded
pistols� � (bah, � the coward!) since he was licked at Bar
ton�s theatre . And tis surmised that Seymour does the same.
17. Saturday. A complete muddy, London day. In
doors till afternoon, then to Picayune for money. Charley
Damoreau came in the evening, to bid me call on the morrow.
I drawing till midnight.
18. Sunday. Yatman came up. / Dined at Erfords,
then for a walk, down the chill, breezy, sunny Broadway, &