since Monday, I dressed and sought comfort and calm with
Nature. A walk of two miles or so, neath the bright stars
which in company with his deep loved Beatrice, the sad Florentine
soared into. Dante�s idea was a great one and worthy of his
poem. / Bergen rocks � climbed them. Huge New York with
its redly twinkling lights, little Jersey � the dreary waste of landscape
each side. Emerson�s right, each Season hath its particular beauty. /
Thoughts of Kent road, Cumming Street, Neithrop, Chalcombe, �
my life as far as its yet run �
22. Saturday. Up before day dawn. At work on � Mose �
till the Evening. Half-unwell. A walk about Jersey with
Hughie in the evening.
23. Sunday. Long ramble all the icy, sharp, bracing morning,
with Hughie. Pavonia-wards and homewards by Bergen-way.
I� the afternoon Fred and Edward Greatbatch came over to me on
a visit. Give them candies, and tea, then, in the Evening cross
to New York with them and Collinson. He leaves us at East Broadway
and I with the boys to Christopher Street. There till 10, then
back to Jersey, melancholic.
24. Monday. Drawing �Mose�. Herr Sanders, a just-ar
rived-and-here-boarding German sitting with me. Evening
out with Hughie, for alhohol and lemons, for to-morrow night�s
consumption. Taken by him to the much talked of �candy-