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September, THURSDAY, 3. 1874. In the afternoon I saw a game at Prospect Park between the Nameless and Arlington clubs. 6 to 23, Poor Bayard. Walked home in about 48 minutes. Retired early.

FRIDAY, 4. Writing all the morning and part of the afternoon for papa. Mamma very sick. Aunt Sue went to Newark. Frank (?) left in the morning.

Saturday, 5. Dada down. Came in the evening. Saw amateur billiard match at (?). Playing was a little above ordinary.

Sunday, 6. Uncle William here, to Church. Dada left. Dr. (?) with Uncle. Playing draw poker at the (?).

Monday, 7. Uncle and Dr. Brent left early. Mamma better but still unwell.

Tuesday, 8. Played baseball. Out driving with Mr. Williams. Drove about twelve miles. Very pleasant. Air just cool enough to be pleasant. Mr. Williams talked (?) dial and told many (?).

Wednesday, 9. Mamma worse. Better in the evening. Played billiards with Johnnie.

Thursday, 10. Up late. Wrote to J.V. and V.M. (?). Brown and I had a talk upon religious matters. Strange notions held by the former.

Friday, 11th. Was surprised at a visit from Sullivan and Geo (?). Spent evening in (?). Talked religion with (?). Mamma still sick.

Saturday, 12th. (?) and sick left in the morning. They had been gone three or four hours when I was surprised to see Geo. Sullivan and friend prowling around. They stayed a short-while and then left.

Sunday, 13th. Uncle William came down last evening. Final (?) of (?). Bayard also here. Spent a quiet day. Bayard left in the evening.

Monday, 14. Farewell party at Williams. Miss Marie's party. Invited all the neighbors. I did not go. Went to bed chilly. (?) (?).

Tuesday, 15. Played poker nearly all day. Played until one o'clock in the morning. Papa writing and angry at our late hours.

Wednesday, 16. Rain. Letter from (?). Letter as queer as the writer himself. Mamma still unwell.

Thursday, 17. Rain all day. Read a little of (?). Mamma continues unwell.

Friday, 18. Dada down. Rain all day. Letter from John V. Mamma unwell.

Saturday, 19. Uncle William down. Mama still very sick.

Sunday, 20. Poor Mamma no change for the better. Our first break up. George has left us. He went away (?). He left (?) but kept his courage up. Rain still upon us. We have had the (?) storms.