aperient to superfluous braggadocio. English nationality is internal
till provoked by bombast. Evening drawing. Hughie violinizing
; � he�s a kindly-hearted fellow; � with less than the average of
the all-potent devil Self in his composition.
24. Thursday. All the weary day packing, books, drawings, clo-
thes and other of civilization�s nuisances. Sitting matagrabo
-lized and melancholic in the evening, � sore throar and motley-
hued musings of Past and Present � not Carlyle�s but mine
own. Mine own � mine own � mine own � Oh my
God, Mary � hope is rotting piecemeal. Accursed, deathly
horrible word Never � I half think I know its meaning.
25. Friday. Leaden headed, lazy fingered drawing. �Mose.�
More talk of steam rivalry. A somber-thoughted walk about
Jersey in the rear of the afternoon. Evening, jug of cyder-brandy
punch, vocalizing with Hughie and Collinson, in honor of my depar-
ture on the morrow
�If a man should be drunk to night
And dead in his grace to morrow �
Will you, or any man say
That he died of care and sorrow!
Then hang up all sorrow and care
Says did Sir Simon the King!�
26. Saturday. Stove pipe moving, grate-unfixing, table