022_Page 20Thursday. 4. th. August. 1842.

Clouds heavy, a storm approaching.

I spent this day within doors, took a short walk with Garret in the evening. Had a conversation with Cath Shanly, the cook, she does not suit me exactly. Her temper is peevish, and
fretfull. My memory does not retain the events of this day, posibly [sic] they were not varied by any thing new, or strange..

5. th. August. 1842.

A heavy rain, the August storm.

Mon mori, wished me to go to Niblo’s to see a new piece the “night owl”. I declined, and walked with him after tea. My mind was not in unison with the “Ravels legs.”
The streets were damp, although the rain was over for the evening.
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