of the time present a certain Colonel Hugh Forbes, a resolute-
faced, short haired military-looking Englishman. He is the
author of a �Volunteer�s manual,� or rather a book on the Art
of Insurrection, as adapted to European populations. He
had identified himself with liberalism in Italy. A concise
military spoken gentleman, of Oxford education, who had re-
fused to dine at Windsor, with the Queen, because he had been
commanded. A thorough disbeliever in all creeds too. Parton
appeared to great advantage, as a thinker and a gentleman. I
lunched with him, then walked down Broadway, to Fowler &
Wells,� the office of the �Life Illustrated,� where by 4 � we
parted. To Fulton Street, meeting Damoreau near there.
All the fellows upstairs, and Damoreau ruthlessly chaffed, as
to imaginary intentions of resuming his old name, and bolting to
California, sans wife. He talks of going to Boston.
He has to immolate himself, evenings and all, engraving to get
money. That wife of his forsooth don�t like to live at a boarding
house with her husband, choosing rather to queen it at Rhinebeck,
bidding him toil on, under the penalty of despising him if he is
poor. In plain truth she married him to be kept, pre-
ferring that to �embroidery� work. If she do love him at all,
(I think she loves no one but her self,) �tis a selfish tyrannical
passion which degrades its recipient. Charley half sees that
his marriage is a failure. But he always lacked virility.
8. Saturday. Writing. Down town by 1. Met Welden in
front of the Times office, he being not now released from his chamber.
To �Brother Jonathan� Office, and saw Day. (Avery had called