to be pitched into � he didn�t care which. I think it
was abusive of Ullman the Opera lessee. Darcy abused Watson
roundly, with oaths and obscene phrases, going off into
a disquisition on the weekly press and the merits of each
newspaper as � to its adaptation for what Rabelais calls a torcheaul pur-
poses. Watson, according to his want, affected a candid
depravity about everything. The talk was dreary and cock-
neyish. They abused people they knew, knew all the dirty
sides of actors lives, and assumed the lowest standard
of motives and morals. I ate my Welch rarebit, drank
my ale and listened. Hawthorne said little, has a quaint
odd, honest face. Cahill kept inviting the company to drink.
At about 1 we got home, Darcy leaving us at our door.
4. Sunday. Over to Pounden�s. A walk over the hills
with him and Bob Bligh in the afternoon, and a long one.
5. Monday. Returned to New York with Pounden. Post &
Pic Offices, then up-town, meeting Arnold by the way. Bellew
called, wanting me to do an article for the Pic. At it till 9.
6. Tuesday. A letter from Mary Ann, very incoherent-
ly written and with the usual scanty allowance of feminine
punctuation; so that one actually reads, �lifted in and out
like a baby my legs are like Broom Sticks in fact am
a perfect miracle raised up by the Almighty Diarrhea
wearing on me. � I�m really very sorry
for her sickness but the way of describing it is tremendously
Mrs Flora Finchingish. She wants me to visit them.
Drawing. To Bellews, then down town to Pic Office &c.
Doing chores, Phonography &c, the rest of the day.
7. Wednesday. Wrote to Mary Ann. Down town to Leslie�s