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dreadful truth of her whole false, selfish, mean, merciless, God-less life! I remember her [Charlotte Kidder] well — well.

Oh Lotty, Lotty! I don’t love you, but it gave me a strange yearning pain to look at that bright face of yours. I would to God I could help you!

4. Thursday. To the Office, both morning and afternoon, as this is the day preceding publication. Plenty to do, of the usual sort. Russell appears to be an eminently respectable lawyer, has a house in Hoboken, is gray haired and rather deliberate in speech, his countenance a round and very English one. His editorials display thorough knowledge of the subject in hand and are pretty [words crossed out] vigorously written. However the paper is managed in most refreshingly un-business like manner; printers standing idle for want of matter, and articles set up often distributed without having been used. Subscription books have only been opened — on the eve of the fourth number. Devil a shred of light reading, as literary or dramatic criticism is there in our paper. We’re as solid and heavy as cold pudding. The “European” may be likened to an Esthetic Newgate calendar of political (and other) American crimes. [Hugh] Forbes and the chief have marginal squabbles.

I don’t think I have ever taken the Colonel’s portrait, so here he is. A shortish man, very bald, moustached and clean shaved — and in spite of the first and last peculiarities looking much like