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damnably hen-pecked." There's corroborative evidence of this in the reports of [Frank] Cahill. Allie [Vernon] was averse to Sol [Eytinge]'s journeying out pic-nic at Hoboken, which accounts for his bringing nothing in the shape of provant, and intending to leave early. This he didn’t effect, and so got blown-up on his return to Brooklyn, at night. In doors all day scribbling. Writing to Hannah [Bennett] at night. Her last letter tells me that Sam [Gunn] has sold his business and is doing nothing special. A miserable folly I fancy, and hope that misery wont come of it. There was, also, a bit of deliberate flirtation with little Sarah Ann Bolton and the Bennett's elderly cousin, Amos Sears. It’s ended.

27. Sunday. A glad, cheery morning, snow under foot. To Frank Leslie's office, to correct proofs of "Charity Ball" article. Found him, [Frederick] Watson and the printers there. Back, overtaking [Charles] Welden and walking to [132] Bleecker Street with him. He says he's got a verdict of heavy damages — something above $2000 — for the injury he sustained at Maillards, two years ago. It may be true, but Welden has a reputation for lying and double faced-ness. He's a drunkard, I know. He now boards in Bleecker St, with his second wife. The first — he says — died in England, after writing him a penitent letter.

Went to [E.H.] Chapin's at night, and from thence to [George] Arnold's lodgings, in Houston St, where [Frank] Cahill had been all day. Book and promiscuous talk, and to "the Store" for sandwich and ale.

28. Monday. In doors, Jerrolding, till sunset. At night with [Henry] Clapp, [Fitz James] O'Brien and Cahill in [Jesse] Haney's room. Clapp is an exceedingly ugly little man, with nothing particular in the way of a nose, and a beard. He is a "Come-Outer" of the most extreme description, having progressed from a starting point of Anti-Slavery propagandaism, to the advocacy of "Free-love" and Fourierism, of the most