Comments on a visit to Mrs. Kidder and their discussion about books. Transcription: pronounced him [Washington Irving] a sleepy old gentleman, and was inclined to depreciate him as he hadn ?t found out he was in no ordinary society, and roared as gentle as it were a sucking dove or nightingale. [William] Shakespeare was admired ? how laughable this always is; when not one in a thousand of his admirers read him. We talked of [Lord] Byron and [Thomas] More ? Mrs K [Rebecca Kidder] by the bye wanting to know the difference between the author of ?ǣUtopia ? and of ?ǣLalla Rookh. ? No one had rea
Comments on a visit to Mrs. Kidder and their discussion about books. Transcription: pronounced him [Washington Irving] a sleepy old gentleman, and was inclined to depreciate him as he hadn ?t found out he was in no ordinary society, and roared as gentle as it were a sucking dove or nightingale. [William] Shakespeare was admired ? how laughable this always is; when not one in a thousand of his admirers read him. We talked of [Lord] Byron and [Thomas] More ? Mrs K [Rebecca Kidder] by the bye wanting to know the difference between the author of ?ǣUtopia ? and of ?ǣLalla Rookh. ? No one had read [Percy Bysshe] Shelley. Mrs K ?ǣadmired the character of Gulnare. ? Alfred Brown, ? the elder of the Browns [words crossed out] talked [word crossed out] common-place [word crossed out] like the rest. It was all very funny. [words crossed out]. ? Now [unclear words] all these peoplle [people] really believed they were doing the intellectual (with no capital to trade upon.) [words crossed out]. 17. Saturday. To the Post Office, and to Wall Street, where I saw Mr [Charles F.] Anderson. To the [Richard] Hutchings-Dyspepsia-Picayune-quack ?s Office, where for a moment I met rascal Hawkins. Back to Robinson; drawing a little, and more reading of Bulwer [Edward Bulwer Lytton] ?s ?ǣHarold. ? Evening called at [168] Duane for a brief space, then return, bed-mounting with a compound I got from Laurie, for the benefit of bugs, which, veritably exist here in legions. I as Leigh Hunts clam says, could wish for the sign of the comb to scratch myself with. Reading till far into the night. 18. Sunday. Through the rain to [] Chapins. A good sermon on the Prodigal son, though not great; the soul of it being that we contemplated Deity with more of [unclear word] than love, which moves all things. Mr [Henry] Hart there. Returning, and the day clearing, having completed ?ǣHarold, ? started to the Ferry, crossed to Brooklyn, found a boatman, and was rowed across the tranquil water to Go
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