Describes a visit to William Barth on Governors Island. Transcription: his [William Barth ?s] being ?ǣin love ? for the ninety ninth time, and also purpoting [purporting] matrimony, though not immediately. The ladye fair is from Baltimore, none uneuphonious, Margaretta Duff, and from her he had just parted, she being returning for a space to her birthplace. How he first thought of it, ? and that she had kept the illegitimate child of a dead sister, unhelped. / Out with him; to [John N.] Genin ?s, where I stayed awhile, then persuaded by Barth to the [Governor ?s] Island, leaving Genin ?s boo
Describes a visit to William Barth on Governors Island. Transcription: his [William Barth ?s] being ?ǣin love ? for the ninety ninth time, and also purpoting [purporting] matrimony, though not immediately. The ladye fair is from Baltimore, none uneuphonious, Margaretta Duff, and from her he had just parted, she being returning for a space to her birthplace. How he first thought of it, ? and that she had kept the illegitimate child of a dead sister, unhelped. / Out with him; to [John N.] Genin ?s, where I stayed awhile, then persuaded by Barth to the [Governor ?s] Island, leaving Genin ?s book at a store in Greenwich Street. A bright sunny day, and being rowed across from the Battery, through the sparkling water, found the objects of the late cheerless rain in the lush and lusty green lock of the grass. To the Hospital, reading, and anon an half hours digging at a certain contemplated garden, ? the Chapel of Saint Cornelius the Centurion the first Christian Soldier on the right, and farther off the white barracks with the gay flag flying, the fresh sunlight in the water in the distance. Dinner, fowl feeding, the cock as true to old [Geoffrey] Chaucer ?s description as when written five centuries ago. Reading, and when Barth dozed, pocketted [William] Shakspere and wandered out to the beach. There for three good hours, thinking of Homer, of Shakspere, of Life and Death, and of Love. The tide in, wave after wave dashing on with a lulling monotony of sound. Here and there were little heaps of wood-refuse and weed burning, and further on beside this fort I met a philosophic fire kindler, in regimental blue. As I came up, quoth he ?ǣNot destroying Sir, only changing the shape of matter. He ?ǣhailed from ? Connecticut, had been a deserter on the Mississippi, quoted Tom Paine, and was half a prisoner, then. / Back to the Hospital, when Hyperions flaming hair had sunk below the ocean line, and supper. Reading [Frederick] Marryatt ?s Pacha again, then at 8 to the boat a
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