Mentions attending a sermon and his discontent with William Barth. Transcription: The boys Brooklyn entertainment off to night, so Master Fred [Anderson] calleth on Charley [Brown], and I write to [William] Barth. In no case successful. Alf Waud and I start off, (Mr [Henry] Hart and [Dillon] Mapother having called walked part with us,) and on reaching Park Place find the Office closed. Wait a while, and Fred cometh; all together to Brooklyn. Tall first floor back room, Mac and his boy, and Pelham [Anderson] fumigating. Brandy punch, cigars, intermittent singing. Fred going through a song book
Mentions attending a sermon and his discontent with William Barth. Transcription: The boys Brooklyn entertainment off to night, so Master Fred [Anderson] calleth on Charley [Brown], and I write to [William] Barth. In no case successful. Alf Waud and I start off, (Mr [Henry] Hart and [Dillon] Mapother having called walked part with us,) and on reaching Park Place find the Office closed. Wait a while, and Fred cometh; all together to Brooklyn. Tall first floor back room, Mac and his boy, and Pelham [Anderson] fumigating. Brandy punch, cigars, intermittent singing. Fred going through a song book psalter fashion, and getting decidedly ill towards midnight. Cross the ferry with Alf, a brisk trapip up Broadway through the clear frosty night to [177] Canal Street and bed. 15. Sunday. Brisk healthy walk along the North River bank for an hour ?fore dinner. Afternoon dozing, and talking. Evening went to [] Chapin ?s chapel, willing to hear him. A good Sermon, though by another preacher; its gist being that Religion was not a separate and isolated thing from daily life; trite truism perchance but well worked out. Returning along, pondering on the intellect enervating curse of company. Calling in, and finding Alf drawing, went on to Clarkson Street, and visited Mr [Joseph] Greatbatch. There an hour then returned. 16 Monday. At the Office. Alf at gilding again. [William] Barth called in the afternoon, and my task ending at 4 o ? the clock we returned to Canal together through the wet streets. Waud with us all the evening, I after an essay at writing joining them round the stove. For the first time, this night, Barth spoke of her I love [Mary Bilton]. ?ǣDid I remember her And anon, and Oh how coarsely. And I lay in bed and listened, feigning a drowsy no thought of what he was saying, curious to scan his foul mind, and glad to think. I had judged him so well, and kept as I ever have, mine own secret. As to venting anger. ? What should he know of Love and of Her?. The tim
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