2. Tuesday. Drawing, some projected Harper subjects,
till noon. Then a horrible fit of incapacity came over me and
reproduced the old nervous misery. I haven�t the heart to put down
details. I think I�m ill, bodily, too.
3. Wednesday. To the Post Office for papers, then crossed to
Hoboken, determined on conquering brain-sickness by bodily fatigue.
It was a cold, windy, sunny day, and the snow lay deep along
the margin of the Hudson. Revisited the scene of our pic-nic on the
heights. Returned to New York by 2. Met Selina Jewell and
her sister, househunting. Met Wood. He says Sol�s prosperous,
but never has any money (Allie�s making a private purse for herself,
in view of contingencies), that they�re going to take another house
and to get rid of Josey. Andreotti is in New York, it
is said. Rawson believes he has met him thrice or four times.
4. Thursday. Down town early, to Pic & Tribune Offices.
Met young Mc Elrath, whose acquaintance I made on Lake
Superior, at the latter. Met Kelly up-town. Down town
again in the afternoon, calling in at Brady�s. He�s got a photo-
graph of me sticking up at the door of his lower shop. I can�t catch
him in to get duplicates as he�s always bobbing to & from Washing-
ton. Ill, sick in mind, matagrabolized, hypochondriacal.
5. Friday. There was a child born in this house, last night,
or this morning to Mrs Patten, in the room immediately below
the one in which I write. �Tis a boy contrary to the father�s wishes.
He is 55, his wife some fifteen or twenty years his junior, and
they have had no children since the birth of George, a boy of twelve,
now away at school. The mother has been exceedingly averse
to her present maternity, talking freely to the other women in the
house, of the anticipated trouble the child would be to her, saying