Describes a visit to Thomas Picton. Transcription: urious halt for half an hour or so. Then skirting the rocks, and through bush and through brier Hoboken wards; all quiet and sombre around and above, little wind stirring, dead leaves thick bestrewn below, and here and there a bright green refreshing cedar clump gemming the scene. Striking into the road whereat the recontre with the rowdies, last year, occurred, and through Hoboken, Alf [Waud] setting all the dogs yelling, by provocative barks. Crossed the river, supped, and then Mr [Henry] Hart and Dillon [Mapother] called. After their depar
Describes a visit to Thomas Picton. Transcription: urious halt for half an hour or so. Then skirting the rocks, and through bush and through brier Hoboken wards; all quiet and sombre around and above, little wind stirring, dead leaves thick bestrewn below, and here and there a bright green refreshing cedar clump gemming the scene. Striking into the road whereat the recontre with the rowdies, last year, occurred, and through Hoboken, Alf [Waud] setting all the dogs yelling, by provocative barks. Crossed the river, supped, and then Mr [Henry] Hart and Dillon [Mapother] called. After their departure, descended, by Homer [Hall]+?-?-?s invite, to his fathers [Elisha Hall+?-?-?s] room, and whist, with the old gentleman and Cross. 15. Saturday. To [John N.] Genins, and to the Era Office. [Thomas] Picton there, so sate conversing with him, and one of the proprieters of the +?-?-?Albany Dutchman,+?-?-? [word crossed out] a cap wearing, dark bearded fellow, (arriving, we adjourned to liquor. Half an hour, and then parted, and I walked up Madison Street, visiting the tailor of Charley [Brown]+?-?-?s friend Fogg. Return, ate dinner, writing and drawing in the Evening. 16. Sunday. A dismal drizzling day. Writing to Hannah Bennett during the morning and part of the afternoon, then, the weather having mended some little walked up Broadway and Fourth to the residence of Picton. Now who would+?-?-?nt have fancied him living in a boarding house, and with half a dozen clever, dissolute fellows, loafing away a dull Sunday, all chaff and piquant personalities? ? Yet how was it? I found him dozing on a sofa, in a pleasant room with books, pictures and the like, in company with an old grandmother, a Welshwoman of over eighty, who had arrived in this country during Washington+?-?-?s presidency, and remembered New York when the Dutch vrows sate on their door-stoops, with the goodman on the other side, smoking his pipe, as in the days of New Amsterdam. Looking over a Map of Paris, talk of
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