Describes a conversation with Major Piercy. Transcription: counter was being removed to another corner, the room was in confusion, doors were open exposing a perspective of bare rooms, and a slatternly girl was scrubbing the passage floor. The Major [Piercy] said times were harrud, but by G__ he'd made money, that all his custom was at night, and his patrons, by G_d were perfect strangers to him. Did I know [John] Brougham's address? Brougham was a devilish good fellow sure enough, but he'd got into his debt and now he never came near him. Then the Major rebuked a small boy who asked him for
Describes a conversation with Major Piercy. Transcription: counter was being removed to another corner, the room was in confusion, doors were open exposing a perspective of bare rooms, and a slatternly girl was scrubbing the passage floor. The Major [Piercy] said times were harrud, but by G__ he'd made money, that all his custom was at night, and his patrons, by G_d were perfect strangers to him. Did I know [John] Brougham's address? Brougham was a devilish good fellow sure enough, but he'd got into his debt and now he never came near him. Then the Major rebuked a small boy who asked him for a nutmeg or money to buy one; then he slightly bullied his bar-man ? an officious, black-haired, pigeon breasted fellow with brushed up wig and moustache ? and told him not to be familiar with the boy or sure he'd laugh in his face! And then ? I came away. Prevented from going over to [James] Parton's as appointed, by the rain. Sat up writing till 1 or 2, at work on an article I'd put aside, out of sheer discontent with my first attempt at it. Getting suddenly to work after supper resolved to go through with it. 16. Saturday. To the Harpers by omnibus. Saw [John] Bonner. To Pic and Nicknax offices. [Jesse] Haney not returned from Brooklyn. Met little [Frederick] Edge, returning up town. He talked of [Frederick] Watson's play. [Frank] Bellew came up to my room in the afternoon. 17. Sunday. The Major came with a cut on his face and finger, and a confused account of how a rowdy had entred his bar-room, made a disturbance, drew a pistol on him and finally made a stab at him with a dirk knife. Truth, in the Major's stories, is what a joint of meat is to sto soup ? it forms the stock, but there are so many garnishings and condiments added of his own invention that the original flavor is quite overpowered. It would seem impossible for an Irishman to be veracious. He told us that he'd got a warrant out, had got the policeman discharged, had turned off fourteen Title: Thomas Butler
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