Mentions a visit to Hoboken and attending church. Transcription: through brake, brier, and coppice and over rock to the tall ones so familiar to me. Trees out in luxuriant blossom, fresh deep greensward, and a tranquil ripple in the broad Hudson. Halt on the rocks, till a few rain drops plashing pleasantly on our faces bade us descend to the ?ǣShades ? below, or ?ǣWoodlawn ? as its new proprietor hath with better taste re-named it, there to imbibe ?ǣSarsaparilla. ? Anon returned Jersey-wards, to New York. Parted with them [Henry Hart and Dillon Mapother], went to Dobs [177 Canal St.] to get t


Mentions a visit to Hoboken and attending church. Transcription: through brake, brier, and coppice and over rock to the tall ones so familiar to me. Trees out in luxuriant blossom, fresh deep greensward, and a tranquil ripple in the broad Hudson. Halt on the rocks, till a few rain drops plashing pleasantly on our faces bade us descend to the ?ǣShades ? below, or ?ǣWoodlawn ? as its new proprietor hath with better taste re-named it, there to imbibe ?ǣSarsaparilla. ? Anon returned Jersey-wards, to New York. Parted with them [Henry Hart and Dillon Mapother], went to Dobs [177 Canal St.] to get things, saw her [Elizabeth Dobson] and others ?ǣfiring ? up the old room for the reception of Homer and his wife ?ǣAlzina. ? Back to Robinson, and writing during the evening; boy Vanderhoff sitting beside me at the little table doing the same. Shallow young cub is this boy, and anticipatory lewd. 11. Sunday. Writing for an hour or so, a letter to Alf Waud, then with boy Vanderhoff to [] Chapin ?s Church. Finding that he did not preach; ? the people as is generally the case when any substitute in there were pouring out,) we walked to the Battery, and there lounged away the hour and half till past noon, and then returned to Robinson. Dinner, and then resumed and finished letter. Mr [Joseph] Greatbatch, the boys [Fred and Edward Greatbatch] and Joe [Greatbatch] calling, with them to the Battery, and so, round by the East River into, at 5, [174] Mulberry Street. Tea, and anon to Chapin ?s Church with Joe. Met Mr Hart there, and as Chapin did not there preach, to the Tabernacle. Common place, half a century-ago sermon, of which I recollect no jot worth doing so. A heavy rain-storm out side ? and broad violet-hued lightning flashes. Left ere the sermon was ended, tarried awhile in the covered entry, and then parting with Joe; and presently Mr Hart in Chamber Street, a plashing wet walk ? home. Ah no! Not home. Shall I ever have one? What chance have I of that hope , and al


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