Descrive una gita in barca intorno al New York isole prese con William Roberts. Trascrizione: il pomeriggio, la scrittura di notte. Adam di Mentz. Ha scritto una lettera al Washington Irving, chiedendo il suo autografo. 19. Martedì. Per l'ufficio postale, (riunione George Brown dal modo, chi con denti bianchi e pantaloni e capelli sanguine, sorgeva la ventilazione se stesso alla porta di una merce a secco Negozio.) ritorno, un ore al minimo in Nassau Street librerie. Acquistato [Thomas] Carlyle ?s traduzione di Wilhelm Meister; [Thomas Babington] Macaulays stabilisce di Roma antica, e un volume di [Thomas] cofano. La scrittura. A 5 o

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Describes a boat tour around the New York islands taken with William Roberts. Transcription: the afternoon, writing at night. Adam of Mentz. Wrote a letter to Washington Irving, asking for his autograph. 19. Tuesday. To the Post Office, (meeting George Brown by the way, who with white teeth & trousers, and sanguine hair, stood ventilating himself at the door of a dry goods store.) Return, an hours idling in the Nassau Street bookstores. Bought [Thomas] Carlyle ?s translation of the Wilhelm Meister; [Thomas Babington] Macaulays Lays of Ancient Rome, & a volume of [Thomas] Hood. Writing. At 5 or so called on [William] Roberts, and with him to Brooklyn where getting ready the boat we started for a cruise; a dull sky overhead, the water of a grey-brown tint; adjacent shores cold-looking; and a brisk breeze blowing, sending the water flying from the sharp forepast of the little vessel. Coasting Governors Isle, then far out to the right, then across to Staten Island shore, then to Gowanus; by the time the red flaming disc of the sun appeared, low on the horizon, tinting a path of wave tops with glory, above him rosy bosomed clouds, and far over all a heavy mass of indigo. (Fancy in such scene as this, the vast shoulders and head of some submarine Titon upheaving from the deep, to take a glance at the sinking day-god; with thick, unkempt hair and beard, seaweed, sea flower and coral-decked, and placid vast kindly features & human expression. Could such thing be, much like Bulwer [Edward Bulwer Lytton] ?s last Faun must our Tritonic-titon feel, as we ?ǣhuman mortals ? now with our stupid wisdom commonplacestedfastly persist in blinding the eye minds eye with our Mammon god. I would we could believe such things.) Landing at Gowanus, took as Robert ?s phrased it ?ǣa nip ?, then to the ?ǣpavilion ? of an intimate of his, who not proving at home, we after an half hour or so, devoted to very indifferent oysters, set sail again. By this time it was quite dark, no moon visible