Comments on his habit of judging people in his diary. Transcription: I think he ?d [William Boutcher would] not fancy me overwise for my long dream of love, ? now past. He ?d think kindly of me. [words crossed out] / How How would George [Bolton] feel. I ?ve a sort of impatient tenderness for George. / He once said a thing which at once pleased and pained me to the heart. It was in criticizing the first Chapter of my perhaps-some-day-to-be-completed story [word crossed out], wherein, as far as may be I tried to pourtray the girl I loved [Mary Bilton]. Said George, (unknowing he was commentin
Comments on his habit of judging people in his diary. Transcription: I think he ?d [William Boutcher would] not fancy me overwise for my long dream of love, ? now past. He ?d think kindly of me. [words crossed out] / How How would George [Bolton] feel. I ?ve a sort of impatient tenderness for George. / He once said a thing which at once pleased and pained me to the heart. It was in criticizing the first Chapter of my perhaps-some-day-to-be-completed story [word crossed out], wherein, as far as may be I tried to pourtray the girl I loved [Mary Bilton]. Said George, (unknowing he was commenting on aught but the book) ?ǣShe don ?t love him, ? ? and condemned the lover; took part with her [words crossed out] / I think George would understand me. And so would Boutcher ? (he never professed much [unclear word] I think he ?d prove true metal on that very account. As to all the commonplace people spoken of, they ?d flay me alive if they could. Scarce any thing so vindictive as hurt vanity of little minds. / Now I think I ?ll put out the light and try sleeping. Rest therefore Oh! paper friend for this time. 19. Saturday. Drawing during the forenoon, when I completed my picture. In the afternoon, with Fagan to his store, and then to the little dock by Atlantic Street, and crossed to Governers Island. [William] Barth and Georgii playing the guitar. An hour after sunset, the day which had been lowering and hot terminated in a terribly magnificent storm of thunder, lightning and rain, all Nature in uproar. Sucessive blue, lurid levin-glare, momentarily, loud-reververating, rattling dashing rolling-through and-through heaven ?s antechambers thunder, and rain as though prelude to a deluge even as though contending elements would have torn the stedfast earth from her axle, and sent all to wrack. Talked awhile, then read the storm scene in Lear . Bed about an hour after midnight. 20. Sunday. Out witnessing the performance of band, then to the little Church of which I commenced
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