Donne son opinion sur la non réception d'une lettre de Mary Bilton, et comment il craint qu'il a perdu son. Soirée : transcription sur l'écriture, quand vient [Alfred Waud] et, par la suite, Joe [Greatbatch] ; ainsi tous les anon ensemble. Une promenade tout au long de Broadway à Union Square, et retour. Parler de panoramas, de mots, de Street Vulgarisms, d'Allan ?s aventures dans Stamboul &c. Les Teintes et universel et Ale. Welsh Rarebits , cet hôtel / Six semaines ont passé et cette ere J'aurais dû avoir une lettre d'elle [Marie] Bilton. Ah moi ! Il y a quelque chose à la fois ridicule et mélancolie dans ces pensées et ces entrées.

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Gives his thoughts on not receiving a letter from Mary Bilton, and how he fears he has lost her. Transcription: Evening about writing, when comes [Alfred] Waud and subsequently Joe [Greatbatch]; so anon all out together. A walk throughout Broadway to Union Square, and return. Talk of Panoramas, of Punning, of Street Vulgarisms, of Allan ?s adventures in Stamboul &c. To the Shades and universal Ale and Welsh Rarebits. / Six weeks have passed, and ere this I should have had a letter from Her [Mary Bilton]. Ah me! There is something at once ludicrous and melancholy in these thoughts and entries. So long, so very long to love, and yet no nearer to each other. I love to ponder on what might have been. So heart, have vent. And were you indeed mine own sweet Wife Mary, long loved Mary! ? what a heaven of quiet, home-peacefulness might we not create? Your cheerful frank heart and quick sympathetic nature, your deep-felt gratitude for affection, your pleasant ways; [words crossed out] ? your dear dear face mirroring all kind and good thoughts ?-?! The happy remembrances of days gone by, of past happiness and sorrow, all, all having tended to draw us closer together. To have her in my arms, to see her day by day, to know all dread and sorrowful yearning for the future was over, that she was Mine! that she loved me, looked up to me, knew my thoughts, sympathized with my cares ? and knew how I loved her. Oh God! I must be a cur not to have won her. My heart overflows with gall as I think of it, that Perchance it is my fault. 14. Monday. Man calleth about the advertisement, but owing to the stupidity of slavey didn ?t see him. Out, posted letter for Mr [Henry] Hart, to ?ǣHolden ?s Dollar-Mag ? Office. [Henry] Fowler going into the country for a week. Another call, then return. Writing to [William] Barth. Waud called and remained the evening. 15. Tuesday. A useless call down town; then walking through Nassau St met Empire City Hawkins. Cut him soon, called at Waud ?s, whom

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