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Text for Page 173 [08-21-1860]

	Good-bye to Frank Bellew.
a tug-boat, which took him in when on the point
of sinking.    It was a painful but exciting scene
to witness.      The day grew older drearily and
down came the rain, in the midst of which
we went down to dinner below.   Then there was
singing above and more desultorizing.     Neither
Banks or I had been on speaking terms with
O�Brien, but this day�s promiscuity ended that
and he and I shook hands          Newman had
vowed he wouldn�t miss seeing Bellew off �for
a thousand dollars� � hence Mrs Bellew in-
ferred he wouldn�t come, and her inference
proved correct.       By 8 we all shook hands
severally with Frank Bellew and went over
the vessel�s side into a boat, and were rowed,
through a drenching rain, which soon make the
Devonshire look ghostly in mist, to shore, gain-
ing it under the thwarts of a huge boat moored
near the shore, and from which the water des-
cended like a showerbath.    I had on a white
linen coat and waistcoat, but up the Bower
marched Haney and I, parting at Bleecker
Street � he going to Edwards�, as I knew, though
he didn�t say so.           Boweryem and his friend
Stockton in the parlor, Miss Lizzie Woodward
and her sister in the adjoining one.  Mrs Boley
off this morning for a visit to her native Vermont.               
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