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nient &c.     Buxell presented me with an African made, grass-
woven hammock.             Through the rain to Whitelaws, making
a useless call at Hepburn�s by the way.  And at Whitelaws till 8 1/2.
  18. Sunday.   To the �York and Albany� by omnibus, and
thence to Barth�s.   I was received by the boy �Georgey�, who shewed
me into a small, plainly furnished outhouse room, used as Mr B�s
smoking apartment.   Mrs Barth came in about fifteen minutes,
and presently her husband.  We, adjourning to the fronteparlour,
find the two domesticated ladies there, Miss Perkins and Miss
     , and dinner is served, the children being at a seperate table
in the adjoining room.     The dinner was very good, Mrs B magni-
loquent, pretentious, and extensive; Mr B bluff, good humored and
vulgar, and the damsels assenting and admiring.   Mrs B is, I think
the spur which prompts the little man to strive upwards; he, spite
of his active, pushing nature would be content with plenty of mesmeric
patients, and their guineas, over-much of eating and drinking, and
his �yard of clay;� � but she has ambition.     His time is closely
ob occupied, though like Chaucer�s Man of Law, he always seems
busier than he is.     Meantime they are neither so happy as when they
were poorer.     She, dressed in black-satin has to receive the patients
from morn till night, sympathize with them, wheedle them, flatter
them, and prepare them for mesmeric manipulations.   He scarcely
stirs out, and, I think, over-eats himself.     When she kept stall in
the Soho Bazaar, returning of evenings to the quiet two floors in Uni-
versity Street, there to read the current number of �Bentley,� or one
of Dicken�s serials, (borrowed from the �library� opposite, at the rate
of a penny each,) she was a jollier, happier, truer woman.   What               
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