sketch of John Leech to dispose of, with a bit of
an article. Haney, Briggs and Smith were there.
I had no sooner exhibited my drawing when the
second exclaimed, like the insulting beast he is:
�I don�t believe that is a portrait of Leech!� adding,
more of the same sort in manner and speech. Its
only his �manner�, says Haney. With a spice of
thought about a certain Century editorial, too. I
always felt that Briggs was a beast, tried to modify
my opinion, and as usual, am confirmed in first
1. Monday. Writing hard all day. Century
editorial. Cahill slept at Wood�s lodgings.
2. Tuesday. Down town in the afternoon, hither
and thither. Cahill up in the evening and anon
Haney. With the latter to Edwards�. A letter
from Jack describing the journey into the country,
illustrated by Nast�s sketches. Found Cahill
sitting in Washington Square at 11 1/2, miserably
enough, looking at the fountain. He home with
me, as usual.
3. Wednesday. Down town, hither and thither,
a very hot day. Saw Sol Eytinge in the street,
the first time for many months. He looks broad
and well. Met Frank Wood and the artist