Town. To Knickerbocker Mag. Office � saw
Noyes. Stories not wanted � civil, complimentish, �
lots of things on hand � mostly written on commission �
would I send in something in two or three months � bosh!
Noyes is an Oliver Dyerish man and less foxy.
Asked me how �my book about New York� � here he
stopped! � sold. Felt heartsick and Grub-
streety awhile, took story to Guernsey, let gratuitous
drawings at Pic offices and went back to my attic.
Too much �knocked� as Sol phrased it to write during
the afternoon, but did so at night, fiercely.
28. Sunday. Snow coming down. Felt feverish,
head achy and in-doorish so walked it off in a hair�s
tramp up the Avenues. Called at Welden�s residence
137, 2nd Av. I met him yesterday, the man crossing
Broadway to speak to me. He alluded to a book I gave
him, long ago (Rabelais) � said he had then sold it,
recently repurchasing it of Tuthill. I�d written some rhymes
in it. He said it had reminded him very much of
me. He was a little drunk, but there was a sense of
indefinable regret and humiliation about the man which
touched me. With his abilities he hd might have been
so different. He lives at a stylish sort of boarding-
house, but wasn�t at home. Called at Houston St
and saw Arnold. He�s writing promiscuously, as
usual, principally for the Mercury. Reading and
dozing the rest of the dreary day � o�er the snow got
to melting. Went to see the Jewells in the evening.