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 His Wanderings in Greater Gotham, His 
 Adventures in the Spanish WAR, together 
 with His Minor Exploits in the Field of 
 LOVE and FASHION with His Thoughts 
 thereon. Now re-Cyphered and here set 
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Pepys s 
 GHOST 
 
 His Wanderings in Greater Gotham, His 
 Adventures in the Spanish WAR, together 
 with His Minor Exploits in the Field of 
 LOVE and FASHION with His Thoughts 
 thereon. Now re-Cyphered and here set 
 down, with Many ANNOTATIONS, By 
 
 EDWIN EMERSON Junior 
 
 Printed for RICHARD G. BADGER fcf CO. 
 
 and by them sold at 157 Tremont Street, 
 BOSTON, and by all Venders of Choice Books 
 
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 Pepys s Ghost 
 
 irst day of the year. So starteth 
 the newe yeare, I bless God, 
 with great joy to me, for I 
 have never been in so good 
 plight as to my health, without 
 any sense of pain, but upon 
 
 taking of cold, either in cold 
 
 weather,~or indeed in any hot weather, these 
 seven years, as I am this day, and have been these 
 4 or 5 months. But I am at a great losse to 
 know whether it be mine hare s foote, or drinking 
 turpentine, or my having lefft off the use of a 
 night cappe, no not till yesterday, and that be 
 cause of the holyday frolick. 
 
 ^f To Mr. Sherry s new hostelry * last night for 
 mirthe and dancing, my wife wearing her newe 
 smock of greene watered moyre, very prettie 
 withal, to do honour to St. Sylvester, f and did 
 drink there of a most noble punch, very cunningly 
 brewed, so we all grew merry, with naughty 
 pranks. God forgive our folly. 
 My 
 
 * In those days the most fashionable public ball-rooms 
 of New York, later removed to a new site on Fifth 
 Avenue, in consequence, so it was asserted, of the scan 
 dal occasioned by a certain bachelors banquet. 
 
 ( Patron saint of New Year s Day. 
 
 m 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 wife would have it, we must heare the 
 chimes of Holy Trinity at midnighte, despite alle 
 my hott wordes, so I beholding an new fangled 
 equipage what runneth along with a coachman 
 and yet no horse, must needs hail him and alight 
 inside with my wife, and so we off on our foolish 
 expedition, fit to make a dogg laugh, 
 ^f Down-town the crowde pressing hard in upon 
 us, with blatant homes and rough rag, tag and 
 bobtail making a jeste of our coachman and his 
 new contrivance, we did darte into Pearle street 
 with high hopes because of its wynnding way J 
 that it might bringe us out of all noyse into the 
 Bowling Green and so close unto the church 
 yarde, but were cruelly deceaved, the crowde 
 below as bad as above spoyling the sweete musick 
 of the chimes with horrid dinne of homes and 
 screachings, yea it was as iffe Bedlam be let loose. 
 ^f So home and I angered to find the house empty, 
 Jane, the mayde, having gone abroade with the 
 new boy. Tis plain we must part, which troubles 
 me (though she be put away by us), for I love the 
 mayde for her naughty tricks, and so to bed think 
 ing of my broken vows and long neglected 
 journall. 
 
 January 2d. This fore noon I judge fit to 
 looke over all my papers, and to tear all that I 
 found either boyish or not fit to be seen, and find 
 that every thing lessens, which I have and am 
 likely to have, and therefore must I looke about 
 me to get something more than my just stipend, 
 
 or 
 
 J The most crooked street of old New York, running 
 out of Broadway near Bowling Green, and returning to 
 the same street on the other side of the City Hall. Its 
 devious way has given rise to the local sarcasm applied to 
 persons of doubtful honesty : as " straight as Pearl Street/ 
 
 Trinity Church. 
 
P epy s s Gb o s t 
 
 or else I may resolve to live well and die a beg 
 gar ; yet am I in good esteeme with every body r 
 me thinks, leastwise to my face. 
 ^f Everything else in the State quiett, the condition 
 of publique matter standing thus, viz. : 
 ^[This city now fallen utterly under the hands 
 of Dick Croaker * and his friends, alle in good 
 office from this day on, upper most of them Jack 
 Carroll,")* him who lately was but a clerke of the 
 Oyer & Terminer and the Generall Assizes where 
 I did oft encounter him. A great hue and cry 
 being raised agaynst our Government for issue of 
 rotten meats to our souldiers and their cruelties in 
 the Asiatick Isles beyond all belief, but in faith no 
 good will come of it. The Turk goes on mightily 
 in the Greek King s dominions and the Princes 
 cannot agree among themselves how to go agaynst 
 him. The German and Russian Emperours very 
 far entered into China, and all that part of the 
 worlde at a loss what to expect of it, but we lying 
 idle, fearthsome lest we loose controll of all islands 
 and dominions in our Western seas, the Spaniard 
 still harrassing the Antilles, though we say him 
 nay. 
 At 
 
 * Richard Croker, a former hoodlum and follower of 
 Boss Tweed, who gained his first prominence in a num 
 ber of bloody brawls. He was afterward made City 
 Chamberlain of New York. After a temporary eclipse 
 and departure from the country at the time of certain 
 revelations of corruption, bribery, and blackmail in New 
 York City, his party returned to power ; and he was 
 once more acknowledged as the supreme leader of the 
 city s affairs. 
 
 f John F. Carroll, former clerk of the Court of General 
 Sessions, and beneficiary of the fees paid into that court. 
 At that time the reputed favorite of Richard Croker, by 
 reason of his large official acquaintance with the criminal 
 classes. 
 
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Pepys s Ghost 
 
 ^f At dinner my wife full determined to go to 
 the Playhouse to see Mistress Rehan J play the 
 Shrew as Katherine, but I sought to satisfy her 
 with fair promises of seeing the same players to act 
 As You Like It, that droll comedy that pleaseth me 
 so well, and with more promises of beholding the 
 Criterion players, ween they bring forth three new 
 plays all of one afternoon, yet she ill appeased, 
 because of the mayde remaining in our house. 
 So endeth the day, with fresh troubel. 
 
 Twelfthnight. Lay long in bed to perswade 
 my wife how we must spend our substance less 
 lightly, my newe great coate and the silken whisp 
 that I did give her for Christmas of last yeare 
 indeed costing out of all countenance, but she, 
 poor wretch, doth so complayne of her dull lot 
 that I in pity promise her to go to Mr. Daly his 
 play-house once more to see Mistress Rehan act 
 her part, I thinking that it must needs be the play 
 Twelfth Night, that merry comedy Jack Wendell * 
 did delight me in, when we ate hasty pudding 
 together at coledge. So, after dinner, took coach, 
 and thither, but were astonied to see her take 
 the part of Rosalind in As You Like //, that pas 
 toral play so cried up by Mile, de Maupin.f 
 There saw we Will Winter J and John Corbin, 
 the 
 
 J Ada Rehan, leading lady of Augustin Daly s Theatre. 
 
 New York s Independent Theatre, supported by the 
 publishers of the Criterion. 
 
 * Jacob Wendell, Jr., younger brother to Barrett 
 Wendell, of Harvard University, a favorite amateur actor 
 of New York and former star of the Hasty Pudding Club 
 of Harvard College. 
 
 f See Theophile Gautier. 
 
 j William Winter, dramatic critic for the New York 
 Tribune and author of several books on the drama and 
 Elizabethan literature. 
 
 Dramatic critic of Harper s Weekly. 
 
P epy s s G bos t 
 
 the pamphleteer who helpeth Mr. Alden || in his 
 office on Franklin Square, standing upright in the 
 foremost pit, but I accosted him not espying Polly 
 close by him, yet knew not one another, and I 
 highly contented thereat, and glad withal to be 
 hold her smooth neck turning now this way, now 
 that, as if for to vex me, albeit she feigned not to 
 see me, because of my wife. 
 
 ^[ The play much the same as before, with Mis 
 tress Rehan as gaunt and mincing as ever, only a 
 new headgear what pleased my wife well, but 
 laughed heartily over the droll anticks of them 
 that played Touchstone, the motley fool, and 
 Audrey, the rustick wench with her clown. The 
 singing very prettie, all but the voices too highly 
 stray ned. 
 
 Seventh. This day did I receave an letter from 
 Polly, she having perceaved me where we sate in 
 the pit, yestereen, so coy and droll, that I did view 
 all ills as pleasantry, and so to the Criterion Players 
 regardless of any expense. There did I see Signor 
 Giacosa s new play / Diritti del? Anima, trans 
 formed to English by my friend Mr. Meltzer,* 
 mightily well done too, and I all aglow over one 
 pithy sentence said by Mistress Otis,f her that 
 entertayned me in her theatre pew on St. Sylvester 
 night, saying / deploare my vertue, and made me to 
 think of more than one honest woman that might 
 say likewise. In the pit with us was Mistress 
 Stcffens 
 
 1 1 John D. Alden, editor of Harper s Magazine. 
 
 * Henry W. Meltzer, former dramatic critic and 
 foreign correspondent for the New York World, then 
 dramatic critic for the Criterion. 
 
 f Elita Proctor Otis, leading lady in the Rights of the 
 Sou/. 
 
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P e py s s Ghost 
 
 Steffens J with Norman Hapgood his brother, || 
 both very scorning, and Jack Barry,** full of 
 praise, and did encounter Monsieur Dumay,ff one 
 of the playwrights, but he too breathless to give 
 heed to me. His play, hight From a clear Skye, 
 very cunningly wrought, Carrie Keeler, playing a 
 pitiful young wife with two husbands, but when it 
 was most tragick all was spoyled at the end by the 
 bungling play-actor shooting off his blunderbuss 
 into the boardes of the stage making him that 
 feigned to be shot fall sidewise with a wry face. 
 So I full of merriment to the Aldine Tavern JJ 
 and supped there with Ned Woodberry, the 
 poet, who rejoyced with me over my late new 
 windfall that hath lifted me out of poverty, as I 
 did rejoyce with him the time he was called here 
 from Bostontown, and what with drinking of 
 French wine and reciting of sonnets grew highly 
 frolicksome, and so home very joyful, my wife 
 falsely charging me with drunkeness, God forgive 
 her. 
 
 Fourteenth. Mine house topsy-turvy, making 
 ready to move and I eager to learne what cometh 
 before me, letting my journal lie idle, but was re 
 called to it againe seeing Julia Marlowe her com 
 pany 
 
 J Josephine Bontecou Steffens, authoress. 
 
 Dramatic critic for the Commercial Advertiser and 
 author of collections of essays. 
 
 || Hutchinson Hapgood, journalist and miscellaneous 
 writer. 
 
 ** John D. Barry, dramatic critic for Collier s Weekly, 
 author of The Sock 6* Buskin Biographies. 
 
 ff Henri Dumay, former professor of French at 
 Washington University, at that time editor of the 
 Criterion. 
 
 J J The Aldine, a publishers club on Fifth Avenue. 
 
 f& George Edward Woodberry, author and professor 
 nglish literature at Columbia University. 
 
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Pepys s Ghost 
 
 pany play As Ton Like It. There is much talke in 
 the town how she and Mistress Rehan outdo one 
 another, so I all hot to go from one t other to 
 apprise all points in what they differ, nor am I 
 sorry I went, but must spend my substance more 
 soberly henceforth untill my newe emoluments 
 come due. Truth is I can nevermore hope ever 
 to see the like done agayne either by men or 
 women, nor such richness of paynted landskips 
 or regularity of apparel, with living leaves uponne 
 the stage to marke the turning of the yeare. But 
 so reckless a performance of the part of Rosalind 
 was never in the world before as Julia Marlowe 
 do this, worthy to warm the cockles of Mile, 
 de Maupin s hearte, first as a lovesick girle, then 
 most and best of all when she strutteth in like 
 young gallant \ and hath the motions and carriage 
 of a young spark the most that ever I saw a girle 
 have. It makes me I confess admire her. Then 
 did I leave my place to go behind the curtayne to 
 pay my respects to Monsieur de Tassin,* mine 
 erstwhile schoolmate, taking the part of wicked 
 Frederick, and he so pleased at what I said of his 
 playing, that he gladly promises to present me to 
 Julia, who he says plays her part as in a mad 
 frenzy. And she very gracious, with not a worde 
 of her husband f now playing out of town, but 
 complayneth of her late illness, so I forebore to 
 teaze her with the idle dispraise Will Winter J 
 and Allen Dale writ agaynst her, but shall have 
 it out with them yet if they be open to reason. 
 On 
 
 * Algernon de Vivier Tassin, Shakespearean actor 
 and writer of short stories. 
 
 f Robert Taber. 
 
 j See previous note. 
 
 Isaac Cohen, dramatic critic for the New York 
 Journal. 
 
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Pepys s Ghost 
 
 ^f On this day arrived here Lord Douglas, son to 
 the Marquis of Queansberry, what clapped Mr. 
 Oskar Wilde, our crestfallen play-wright, into gaol, 
 likewise her claiming to be first lawfull wife to 
 the play actor Ratcliffe,|| the other day sentenced 
 in the General Assizes for cruell beating of his 
 wife. To-night I do go to Polly, her house, for 
 to find her alone, true to the promises she writ in 
 her letter, but our Lord forgive me I greatly dread 
 the issue. 
 
 Fifteenth. Up betimes and to mine office 
 much worried over papers and did make a vow 
 not to neglect mine affairs this many a day. Yet 
 could I not think of aught else but Polly, and her 
 treachery, how she did bid others come and see 
 her yestereen, the whilst her husband was abroad, 
 and so it came about that we did all meet and 
 fiercely glare upon one another, each longful that 
 t other might go, and so sate untill late of the 
 night, and then came away alltogether, the naughty 
 rogue laughing in her sleeve. 
 
 ^f At noon to the Cobweb,* there dined with Mr. 
 Durdan,f whom I learned to know at court that 
 time I did write the report when and how cun 
 ningly he did trap the fiddle thief, and while talk 
 ing mighty busily, in cometh Mr. Osborne,J 
 
 crown 
 
 || Edward J. Ratcliffe, put on trial in New York at the 
 instance of Peter Delacey, his wife s father. 
 
 * An old tap-room on Duane Street, so called because 
 of the cobwebs that have been allowed to gather on the 
 cupboards for more than two generations. 
 
 ) H. P. Durdan, a Canadian, brought into promi 
 nence as the chief witness in the peculiar trial of Victor S. 
 Flechter, a dealer in musical instruments, charged with 
 the theft of a valuable Stradivarius violin. 
 
 J James Osborne, assistant district attorney and chief 
 prosecutor in this cause celebre. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 crown attorney in the trial, and says very shrewdly 
 that the thief was not trapped after all, since that 
 he goeth free everywhere, not minding his punish 
 ment, no not one bit, and selleth instruments, 
 more strange than ever. And after a round drink, 
 he to the Assizes and we to our offices, when a 
 gentleman plucks me by the sleeve ; but I much 
 puzzled who he might be, in the end hailing him 
 as the woman stage actor in the play Charley s 
 Aunt, whom he was in no wise, being Mr. Town- 
 send,* the first sworn-juror in that same great trial 
 of the stolen Stradivari, and he, too, discourses of 
 the Dutch fiddlemaker, and asketh where he be 
 clapped in gaol. But I telling him how I saw 
 him but yesterday hale and hearty at the Musique 
 Players f that have come from Boston town, he 
 waxeth very angry calling him scoundrel, withal 
 and a damned black thief, to my admiration and 
 great wonderment to so much choler in so little a 
 man. But he not to be put down, decrieth our 
 judges, as wanton marplots moved by this their 
 jealousy against His Honour, the Recorder,! and 
 how any wretch can go scot free in our land if he 
 only have money, I keeping my own counsel 
 untill he goeth this way and I that, and so parted. 
 And I very sad in my heart that our common 
 law so fallen in contempt and no reverence shown 
 to it nowhere. 
 
 Twentieth. This day to Delmonico s new 
 Tavern and there met Philipp Hale, the musique 
 scribe, eating there and drinking with Mistress 
 Hale 
 
 * Dexter Townsend, artist. 
 
 f Boston Symphony Company. 
 
 jjohn W. GofF, the famous prosecutor of corrupt 
 policemen in 1894. 
 
 Well-known critic and editor of the Musical Record 
 of Boston. 
 
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P epy s s Ghost 
 
 Hale, his wife, and Mynheer Kneisel,|| the sweet 
 player from Boston, mighty merry, mine host 
 sending us good sack, till very late. Mistress 
 Hale hot for the new Italian opera, at the Aca- 
 demicall Playhouse,** and I made promise to 
 come, but went not, falling into company of more 
 players, who do entice me to hear better musique 
 played at the Welsh chapell, standing by Master 
 Thulstrup s ft house, with high hopes of good 
 company. So disappointed was I never, meaning 
 to hear Master Harris play on his spinette or 
 Signer Tonzo Sauvage or Gwilym Miles,! J the 
 singer, but none came, and those what came hid 
 them under the pit of the chapell, to the high 
 anger of him who had procured the concerto to 
 the benefice and charity of a poor singer gone stark 
 mad. Only the maydes and mistresses did sing 
 very prettily, what made me not regret my paynes. 
 ^1 So to bed, my wife sleeping already, but lay long 
 thinking on my forgotten journall and Mistress 
 Hale, with my broken promise to her, which God 
 forgive. 
 
 Twenty-seventh. Lay long in bed, and so up 
 and abroad to several places about petty business. 
 Among others to Sir Hannibal Ingalls * and was 
 vexed to see him take it amiss that I should be 
 come to demand my royalty, which I took in some 
 
 dudgeon 
 
 || First violin of Boston Symphony and leading spirit 
 of chamber music concerts conducted under his name. 
 
 ** Andree Chenier, first presented in this country at 
 New York Academy of Music. 
 
 (") T. de Thulstrup, well-known artist and illustrator. 
 
 I! Musicians and members of New York Manu 
 script Society. 
 
 *H. I. Kimball, head of former publishing firm of 
 Stone & Kimball, then engaged in publishing one of the 
 diarist s books. 
 
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P e py s s Ghost 
 
 dudgeon, calling him unreasonable man to his 
 great alteracon, and see clearly that I must keep 
 at a little distance and not crouch, or else I shall 
 never keep myself even. 
 
 ^JSo home and did fall to uprayding my wife s 
 mayd, she not having platted my new breeches, 
 no not at all, and the wench with many tears 
 threatens forthwith to forsake my wife against 
 mine intention, and to my big regret, for truly she 
 was a good wench and honest, albeit I called her a 
 lazy slut. My wife, hearing the outcry, would 
 rate at me, though not without cause, but I will 
 not have it, being master in mine own house. 
 *[j An invitation sent me to come and dine with my 
 friend, Master Bitter,f there to break bread with 
 the sisters Barrison, them that were banished the 
 German Kingdom, and I having newly taken a 
 solemne oathe to my wife about abstaining from 
 plays which I am resolved to keep according to 
 the letter of the oathe which I keep by me, I clap 
 on my hat, still sorely vexed at the mayd s foolish 
 ness and off to the stone-cutting shop.J 
 ^[ There found I merry company indeed, with all 
 the five sisters, whom I am told are not all sisters, 
 some coming from Brooklyn town and others from 
 elsewhere, but I much marvelled to find them so 
 little and dayntie that were so large and coarse in 
 the play house. Then did we each select his 
 mayd to be a sister to him, and the musique men 
 playing right merrily did fall to reading a quizzical 
 food card writ by the master of the feast. The 
 wilfullest sister of all, Sophia * hight, having fallen 
 unto me I did nigh split my sides with laughter of 
 her 
 
 \ Karl Bitter, well-known sculptor, 
 j A unique studio and residence combined, built by 
 the sculptor on the crest of the Hudson River palisades. 
 * Sophie Barrison, the heroine of a sensational elope- 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 her naughty quips and pranks, and did design a 
 counterfeit presentment of her pretty arm on my 
 food card, and so lost my head that I must give 
 her a gold ring, with promise of gloves and further 
 entertainment like a vexatious simpleton that I 
 am, for such promises can I nowise keep. 
 ^f What with good sack, ale, wine, and all manner 
 of drink, we all mighty frolicksome and nothing to 
 stay us, but we must have more of each until all 
 were dancing and leaping merrily with rag, tag, 
 and bobtail, dashing wine everywhere, soyling each 
 the other s shirte. 
 
 ^f So very roystering until 4 of the clock, when one 
 taking coach we pell mell after, and so acrosse the 
 water f into towne to help them home, and parted 
 with aking heads, ruesome at so much needlesse 
 expense, and so to bed in a bath-house, but I slept 
 not well by reason of the loud snoring and noise 
 of sweepers. 
 
 Twenty-eighth. Up betimes, about six o clock, 
 waked by a damned noise between a mastiff bitch, 
 a terrier, and a street cat, nobody after I was up 
 being able to tell me what it was. Home for 
 breakfast and did there beg forgiveness of my 
 wife and heard with great sorrow of our mayd 
 Jane leaving my house, after high words. To my 
 room to strip my soyled cloathes and did put on 
 my new camelott suit, made of my cloak, and 
 riding breeches now made into a vest, 
 ^f In comes my cozen James, and he must have 
 it for me to ride on his new-fashioned machine * 
 made of two wheels all a-tilt and saddled. Then 
 he sustaining and I bestriding the pesky thing did 
 
 we 
 
 ment and morganatic marriage, subsequently annulled by 
 the German Emperor. 
 
 (The Hudson River. 
 
 * Pneumatic-tired, chainless safety bicycle. 
 
 [*] 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 we venture forth on the high road, I sweating over 
 my whole body and pulling forward now this leg, 
 now that, till he with a loud outcry overturned 
 me where the road was most dirty. So vexed I 
 was, that forgetting our kinship I out and called 
 him a fool and like hard names, kicking the trai 
 torous engine with my foot, but he minding not 
 my choler, persuadeth me to mount agayn only 
 to suffer a worser fall. Then became I as one 
 furious mad, for my camelott suit was. all ripped 
 and soyled and my new hatte, bought of Knox, 
 the hatter, dimpled in shamefully with no rewards 
 for my payns but mocks and laughs, so I did 
 sweare an oath to bestride none but horses and 
 soft carriages if God help me out of this ad 
 venture. 
 
 ^[To my room once more to strip me of my 
 cloathes, my wife very reproachfull, and thence 
 to the Ashland Inn * to dine with Oliver Her- 
 ford f the Bishop s J son, and Colonel McClure 
 with Capt. Doubleday and his brave staff, but 
 came there out of all time too late, the best food 
 having been most eaten. The company, very 
 merry one to another, around the big round table, 
 but I, sad and melancholy, finding nothing to 
 drink but water, untill Master Herford, espying 
 my discomfort, loudly calls for a tankard of good 
 ale and so appeased me. Then was each after an 
 other presented unto me by name, only not he 
 that I believed the master of the feast, a kind and 
 stately gentleman, very old, to whom I did all 
 
 honour 
 
 *The Ashland House, Lexington Avenue and 24th 
 Street. 
 
 f Artist and wit of the town. 
 
 jThe Rev. Dr. Brooke Herford. 
 
 McClure & Doubleday, a large publishing firm of 
 New York. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 honour. Much fierce talke there was of Spain 
 and her designs upon us, I listening but lightly 
 and not of the same minde, and so called for our 
 reckoning, one striving to pay for the other, all 
 but the kind old man, whom after he up and gone, 
 none by our confession had seen or known before, 
 to the great merriment of all. 
 
 ^JTo Colonel McClure s barracks,|| very wide 
 and handsome to look upon, and after much 
 praise and pretty speeches did make a foolish 
 promise to tell a new tale of adventure and to 
 have it set in writing, but went away doubtfull, 
 fearing much the issue. So home and to bed after 
 musique from my good wife on her espinnette, 
 making me to think of Polly, and how she did 
 play to us, what time she bid all her lovers come 
 together. 
 
 My Birthday. To-day am I entering on my 
 thirtieth yeare, and so lay long in the morning, 
 hugging my bed, with high resolves how I must 
 turn all things to a better accounting. My wife 
 up early, and anon bestoweth upon me a rich 
 gowne for to stay at home in, the skirts wherof 
 fall to mine ankles, warm and cozy withal, and 
 a noble cake, wherefore she did demand toll of 
 twenty-nine kisses, one for each of my yeares, 
 and so we bussed one another right heartily. 
 Going abroad to seek a barber for to trim my 
 beard did venture into the shop of an Italian 
 knave, filling my eares with dinne of the horrid 
 scandal now rife at the Court of Savoy,* attainting 
 even the King, and mine mouth with soapsuddes. 
 To 
 
 || Editorial rooms of McClure s Magazine and Syndi 
 cate. 
 
 *The marital infelicities of King Humbert s brother. 
 
P epy s y s Ghost 
 
 the Players f on Gramercy Park for my 
 morning draught and there come agayn upon 
 Oliver Hereford, very merry with blasphemous 
 jeasts, yet reproachful that I had not returned 
 him his comick drawings I loaned from him 
 yestereen. Growing both anhungered, to table, 
 meaning to break fast with but bread and cheese, 
 but on bethinking me of my birthday did call for 
 a flagon of rare Burgundy wine, and so were soon 
 joined by my namesake Ned Simmons, J the payn- 
 ter, and Mr. Lathrop, the pamphleteer, whom I 
 did ask how about this evill report that his friend 
 Augustin Daly had picked a quarrel with Norman 
 Hapgood,|| for that he had writ dispraise of his 
 good friend Mistress Ada Rehan, all very foolish, 
 but could obtaine little satisfaction from Mr. La- 
 throp, who doth sweare by his friend Mr. Daly 
 alway. So grew we ever more joyous, with hotte 
 converse of Monsieur Zola, the Frenchman, his 
 troubel anent the court-martialls of two officers 
 charged with spying,** and the spying leach in 
 Vienna,ft who claimeth to know the animal 
 
 secrets 
 
 f- The Players, a club founded by the late Edwin 
 Booth, and originally intended for the benefit of actors. 
 
 J Edward Emerson Simmons, artist and wit. 
 
 The late George Parsons Lathrop, formerly connected 
 with Daly s Theatre. 
 
 || See previous note. Mr. Daly, objecting to a piece 
 of dramatic criticism written by Mr. Hapgood, in which 
 the latter expressed a preference for Julia Marlowe s 
 Rosalind over the Rosalind of Ada Rehan, undertook re 
 taliatory measures, thus stirring up a temporary tempest 
 in the teapot of New York journalism. 
 
 ** The trials of Captain Dreyfus and Major Esterhazy 
 in Paris. 
 
 f-j- Professor Schen:k, the professed discoverer of the 
 causes of sex. 
 
 j 
 
 i 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 ey 
 
 secrets of our different sexe, with ever more bot- 
 eret:; d I a droll yet ruefuU ta,e on Mr 
 
 abroad in France lately, tastmg of ome truly 
 
 bBSSiSft =, 1 2 "sow 
 
 t purchase all the vintage of the valley, many 
 housand hogsheads of wine, so that none m 
 Ch^ndom should tipple of his wine, but on y 
 himself alone and his own guests. Returned 
 hiAer very gladsome he must needs prov.de a 
 fi win^ v ault upon his new estate and sum 
 moning Dick Hunt,t son of h,m what bmk h 
 
 his 
 
 ^O; the first ship s load reaching the citt, -Mr. 
 Vanderbilt yearned for his wine, incontinently, 
 but when it^as brought before h,m twas found 
 to be turned soure from the rude tossmg of 
 
 Hid now call for a cunning shippe devised by 
 
 ~ 
 
 * George W. Vanderbilt. 
 
 f Richard Hunt, architect. 
 
 t Biltmore. . 
 
 I The late inventor of Bessemer steel. 
 
P epy s V Ghost 
 
 thereon sett high hope, yet all for naught, the 
 good wine agayne turning soure as iffe for spite. 
 ^f The upshotte of it for Mr. Vanderbilt, a great 
 hollow wine vault, very dexterously carven and 
 a delight to behold, but no wine in it, leastwise 
 not the rare and noble vintage procured by him ; 
 whilst the wine lyeth idle in France with none to 
 move it, and no hope but to go thither and for 
 to drink it up all alone, in sooth a pityfull tale, 
 what wrung my hearte. Nathless I did rejoyce 
 to think how I was too poor to fall in such follies. 
 So home, late of the night, after supper with the 
 same merry gentlemen, crossing paths with Will 
 Howells || and Dick Gilder,** arm in arm, all un 
 mindful of the strange darkening of the sunne, 
 now duly come to pass, as the learned astrologer 
 hath foretold. ff 
 
 February Seventh. Lay long in bed, having 
 lately fallen into the habit of carousing late 
 a-nights and swore a solemne oathe to mend me 
 of my ways, untill my wife reminding me of my 
 promise to escort our newly-wed friends to the 
 Frenchmen s Masque,* I very hastily up and out 
 to find coach and other trappings for the evening. 
 ^[To the Black Cat f and after tasting of some 
 rare old Sack with mine host, the Frenchman, and 
 Madame, his wife, fell to discourse about the 
 
 masque 
 
 || William Dean Howells, author and novelist. 
 
 ** Richard Watson Gilder, poet and editor of the Cen 
 tury Magazine. 
 
 ff Eclipse of the sun observed from eastern hemi 
 sphere, January, 1898. 
 
 ^The annual bal masqute of the Cercle de I* Harmonie 
 of New York. 
 
 f Au Chat Noir, a French restaurant on lower Fifth 
 Avenue, after the pattern of the famous Bohemian resort 
 bearing the same name in Paris. 
 
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 masque at the great Pavillion J that beareth the 
 golden Diana on its roof for a weather-cock, and 
 he very civilly offereth to get us all in free of cost 
 through his kinsman, master of ceremonies. I 
 thanking him heartily he accompanieth me forth 
 to the cozen his house in the French Quarter || 
 and found him dwelling over a patten-maker s 
 shop, who styleth himself sabotier what is the 
 French for cobbler. 
 
 If After much harangue and shrugging of shoulders, 
 I feigning to misprehend their French chatter, the 
 cozen very graciously bestoweth upon me a privy 
 box at the show, but warneth me not to bring the 
 womenfolk dismasked. 
 
 If To the Players on Gramercy Park and there 
 finding Master Bull ** and Clinton Ross,ff the 
 scribe, over a stoup or so of Scotch ale and some 
 rare sirloin, did bespeak all the plans of our party 
 and so sallied forth to buy my wife a domino, 
 Venetian eyes, and face powder wherewith more 
 fully to disguise herself, with other curious errands 
 more devious and troublesome than ever I went. 
 Yet forgot I all my paynes and travail to behold 
 my wife so joyfull and beside herself in cotempla- 
 tion of the evening s sport, and so after a toothsome 
 dinner with a-plenty of wine and mocca drink 
 from Turkey, she to her room to prink herself and 
 I the same after tasting of a pipe of new-fangled 
 Tobacco from the Spanish West Indies. The 
 
 coach 
 
 J Madison Square Garden. 
 
 Famous bronze figure by St. Gaudens. 
 
 || On the middle West Side of New York, west of 
 Broadway, also known as the Tenderloin district, from a 
 former club of Bohemians. 
 
 ** Jerome Case Bull, editor of Munsey* s Magazine and 
 writer of short stories. 
 
 ) f Novelist. 
 
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 coach coming to the door before I am fully dressed, 
 with my wife very importunate for a silken whisp, 
 I waxing wroth did first soyle and crumple my 
 fine shift and then burst asunder one of my white 
 gloves and so fell a-cursing, which God forgive, 
 but was appeased on finding the damned whisp 
 tucked away in my new beaver hat, my wife laugh 
 ing at the matter and assured there be no need of 
 gloves with common wenches for dancers. 
 <jf So very merrily to Hieronymus Bull s house, and 
 his handsome wife joining us, to the dance hall 
 very late. Such noise and clamor of voices did I 
 never hear, nor such rudeness of servants, no 
 never, the maids snatching the women s wrappes 
 from them and the men made to pay rich fees for 
 their hattes, nilly willy, and so to our box stall, my 
 wife very pretty for all her masquing and muffling. 
 Much I marvelled to see fine gentlemen stalking 
 about with their hattes on their heads, a rude 
 fashion lately brought from Paris, and likewise 
 passing strange to behold was an overbold wench 
 dressed -as a nun bearing a silver cross on her 
 breast, a sight what gave great offence to many, 
 for all her pretty face and comely dancing, whilst 
 others agayne were vexed to see lurking in a cor 
 ner the chief constable, captain Chapman, the 
 whilom marplot of a silly roysterers banquet * to 
 the great discomfiture of many merry gentlemen, f 
 ^f But the most curious spectacle by all odds was 
 certain wommen in soldiers togs f and other army 
 ensigns upon their bodies, who though nowise 
 masquelyns did go about amonge the wildest of 
 rag 
 
 *See previous note concerning Seeley dinner scandal. 
 
 j- Indictments subsequently found by the grand jury 
 -of New York against the Messrs. Seeley and their guests, 
 afterward dismissed as unwarranted. 
 
 { Salvation Army lasses. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 rag, tag and bobtail enjoining all to fear the Lord 
 and seek salvation. Such a sight have I never 
 seen, no not at an hundred masques, and might 
 have made us all turn from the show, had not 
 Master Bull espied the fair Spanish morena, Senora 
 Otero,f whom I saw dancing when she was but a 
 poore young maid, but who was now caparisoned 
 in pearles and jewelles for a queen s throat and 
 rich enwrapped in a noble silken mantle and furry 
 collar. Then arose a great outcry because some 
 of the morena s over-merry gentlemen did strive to 
 draw a dancing woman into their seats, uphauling 
 her from the floor, but desisted upon her cries and 
 the menaces from the constables who must needs 
 spoyl all fun and frolick. 
 
 Tf Still did we tarry for a quaint morris dance, one 
 playful wench kicking so high that she did kick off 
 all the gentlemen s hattes, and even higher, but 
 wearying eftsoon of such sport betook ourselves to 
 supper with no stint of French wines and drawing 
 of stoppers. There found we many topers with 
 their damsels, who unrestrayned by any galling 
 constable did freely turn up their pretty heels and 
 loath to walk overfar did slide a-squatting downe 
 the marble steps to the banquet hall, a merry sport 
 indeed that did make us all laugh to shake our 
 sides unmindful of our wommenfolk who would 
 proclaim them tipsy hussies. 
 
 ^f For all that a dreary masque, as French masques 
 are wont to be nowadays, and we all glad enough 
 to find our coach and so home to bed, very weary. 
 Ninth. Lay almost till noon merrily in my 
 bed, whom I hugged, being very sleepy. Up then 
 in trouble at being found abed by all sorts of peo 
 ple, I having got a trick of sitting up later than I 
 
 need 
 
 f Well-known Spanish dancer, the rival and successor 
 of Carmencita. 
 
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 need, never supping, yea very seldom, before 1 2 at 
 night. And did sweare an oathe not to do so 
 agayne, no not further till all mine affairs be set in 
 order. A very foule, windy, and rainy day, so that 
 I did put on my plaine cravatte. 
 ^f After my morning draft and a chine of beef, 
 which the silly tapster had commended, to my 
 office, mighty busy. Whilst working hard, in 
 comes my cozen Griscomb * and entreeteth me to 
 go behold the dissenting preacher now discoursing 
 at the Coopers Hall,f a passing strange sight.J 
 ^f There found I great rabble of many various 
 humours, and heard rare harangue with quaint an- 
 themnes, but it was most extraordinary hot, that 
 ever I knew it. The discourse very rude, much 
 ranting and scolding of making it hotter still, un 
 less we sing more louder, which was a fine way of 
 rhetorique to persuade us to the peace of heaven, 
 and I more and more persuaded that such singing 
 with many voices is not singing at all, but only a 
 sort of noise. Whilst the preacher exhorted most 
 angrily, I beheld a handsome wench, with mighty 
 merry eyes and did make signs with mine eyes too, 
 but found her a little colder than meet, me-thought, 
 which did a little molest me and made me to think 
 of Polly whom I likewise did make love to in 
 church, now married many years. Pursing still 
 my mouth in such pleasant fancy, the pretty 
 mayde let fall her kerchief and I hastily rising 
 strived to find it for her, but a rude clout pushing 
 in my way I heard nothing but high and furious 
 words for my paynes, and no thanks from the 
 
 wench 
 
 * Capt. Lloyd C. Griscom, diplomatic attache at 
 Court of St. James and Constantinople. See R. H. 
 Davis, Three Gringos in South America. 
 
 f The Cooper Institute, at the end of the Bowery. 
 
 J Annual Moody and Sankey revival meeting. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 wench. So not esteeming the discourse and loud 
 musique to my taste I up and home to dinner. 
 ^f Soon my wife and I fell out. I being displeased 
 with her wearing her collar up to her ears almost, 
 out of a belief, but without reason, that it is 
 fashion. Here we did give one another the lie 
 over much, but presently kissed and were good 
 friends. 
 
 ^f Then she did tease me to go again to the show 
 of wild men and red savages, and I did yield, 
 though I liked not the late dressing, and there met 
 Nap Jennings, the quipster,|| who did boast greatly 
 of his new wonderful tale of his ventures while 
 trooping with the Texas Rangers, but took not 
 much pleasure in the horse play. And so to bed, 
 after late supper, mine oathe of this morning 
 already broken. 
 
 Tenth. Lay long to recover our rest agaynst 
 the morrow, my wife and I holding ourselves 
 bound to go fresh to the Masque.* Then up and 
 to my Taylor to revile the raskall who delighteth 
 in keeping me on the rack for my masking 
 cloathes, but he with much ado blameth his buffle- 
 head of a prentice, who at last fetcheth forth my 
 jackanapes coate with silver buttons and ye slasht 
 waste coate made of my sister s green petty coate 
 of flowred satin with fine white and gimp lace, all 
 very brave and fine, with my wigge, cocked hatte, 
 belt and aggate hafted sword yet to come. So to 
 the hairdresser, she wringing her hands and com- 
 playning bitterly how the demands for her to come 
 
 to 
 
 Buffalo Bill s Wild West Show. 
 
 || Napoleon Augustus Jennings, humorist and poet on 
 the staff of the New York World, author of A Texas 
 Ranger. 
 
 *The great costume ball given by Mrs. Bradley- 
 Martin in that year. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 to so many noble houses all at the same time 
 come nigh breaking her brains, poor wench, yet 
 promiseth after a little while so I had soothed her 
 with softe words, not to fayl us, and so home to 
 fetch the good newes to my fearthsome wife. 
 ^] After the cloathes be comen home, and my wife 
 had prinked her very pretty in her dress of green 
 watered moyre, like unto that of her grandmother 
 paynted in her father s hall, with powdered hair, 
 and patches, her feete, forsooth, perched high upon 
 her red-heeled pattens, we forth to our coach, I 
 very mindful of my sword, lest the dayntie scab 
 bard be bent or broken between my legges. 
 ^f So to the house of Sir Downing f and his lady 
 and there sat down to a tablefull of masquelyns, 
 all very diverse and merry, some playing their 
 parts and some not, and among them Ned Cou- 
 dert, the French barrister s son, all black and 
 solemne as a Popish abbot, Mr. William Penn,J 
 and Squire Smalley, no less solemne, though in 
 gay apparrell. A noble dinner most neatly 
 dressed. We had a fricasee of rabbits and 
 chickens, a legge of mutton boiled, three carps 
 in a dish, a great dish of a side of lambe, a dish 
 of roasted pigeons, a lamprey pye (a most rare 
 morsel), a dish of lobster with anchovies, good 
 wine of several sorts, and all things mighty brave 
 and to our greate contentment, untill the Squire, I 
 knew not be it for jest or to be a marplot, fell to 
 talke 
 
 j- First graduate of Harvard College, a follower of 
 Cromwell, then Royalist turncoat, and Lord of the 
 Admiralty in Samuel Pepys s day. 
 
 J Supervisor, likewise Lord of Admiralty, and superior 
 officer of Samuel Pepys. 
 
 George W. Smalley, correspondent of the New York 
 Tribune and London Times. 
 
P e py s s Ghost 
 
 talke of Doctor Rainsford,|| of St. George s chap- 
 ell, and his sermon how that gentlefolk should 
 avoyd emulacion with masques and froliques in 
 these troublous days when we see no content or 
 satisfaction anywhere in any sort of people, and 
 would have talked more of such tiresome talke, 
 but we all rising to take coach, did leave him to 
 follow in some confusion. Alighting near the 
 great Waldorf hostelry, we out and into the land 
 lord s own dwelling-house and there found all 
 things meet for our coming, but tarried not, but 
 passed thence through a privy passage way to the 
 first upper story of the hostelry there to divest us 
 of our wrappes and cloakes. And I marvelled 
 much to behold so many fine costumes and sweet 
 smelling flowres and posies, yet the serving men 
 and maydes dressed in the grievous garb of these 
 latter days, a spectacle that shamed me into re 
 membrance how we shall be arrayed in like sorry 
 fashion on the morrow. 
 
 1f My wife coming out of one of the dressing 
 chambers, very pretty to behold with her many 
 patches on chin and cheeks, and all Sir Downing s 
 diners assembled we down the wynding steps to 
 the shining ball room, while the lackeys did loudly 
 announce our names and the names of them we 
 portrayed. 
 
 ^] There stood Mistress Martin arrayed in black 
 velvet and red brokade an she had stepped from 
 one of Sir Peter Lely s portraitures with her hus 
 band standing by in a quaint costume like unto 
 that of Henri III. the French King. Then did I 
 glut mine eyes on many dazzling dresses of ladies 
 and fine gentlemen, bewildering to behold, and 
 knew but of few what was their guise but did 
 
 comprehend 
 
 || The Rev. Dr. Rainsford, rector of the fashionable 
 parish of St. George on Stuyvesant Square in New York. 
 
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 comprehend at last many familiar figures. So 
 much rich rayment did I never see, no not even 
 at the great masque of ten years ago,* all wonder 
 fully blended in the greate quadrille d honeur. 
 ^[ So to supper before I had half beheld all to be 
 seen, my wife flushed pink from dancing ; and 
 after a proud noble supper, back to the ball room 
 to see Elisha Dyer,f the courtly dancer, lead the 
 so called German dance, in which were to be seen 
 our Queen of Revels, with Mistresses Fish,| De 
 Lanier, Bryce, Lispenard Stewart, and Spinster 
 Gerry, || followed by many Queen Besses, Queens 
 of Scots, with other play Kings and queens, and 
 famous payntings seemingly come to life. 
 ^[Whilst I stood there, feasting mine eyes on 
 such noble sights, a lady sneezed backward upon 
 me, but after seeing her to be a very pretty lady, I 
 was not troubled at it at all. 
 
 ^| So after some more dances with much frolique 
 and jollity, at last away and to bed, but lay long 
 awake discoursing of the many sights of the night 
 and how many noses were thereby put out of 
 joynt, I reckoning the cost thereof to be full hun 
 dred thousand pound sterling. 
 
 Twelfth. This morning comes a carrier, bear 
 ing a letter from Mistress Elia Wheeler Wilcox, 
 telling of her book Three Women ; she sent me to 
 Monsieur Dumay his office,* yet not delivered 
 
 * Famous costume ball given at the Vanderbilt mansion 
 in New York. 
 
 (Favorite leader of cotillions among New York s Four 
 Hundred. 
 
 J Daughters of Stuyvesant Fish. 
 
 Only daughter of Calvin Bryce, senator from Ohio. 
 
 || Daughter of Eldridge Gerry, founder of the Society 
 for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children. 
 
 * Editors rooms of the Criterion, weekly illustrated 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 yet, which so vexed me that I did tear it all to 
 pieces. Anon coming upon Monsieur Dumay I 
 did reproach him, but he would not bear the 
 blame, and talked so peevish because of the Mas 
 querade late the night before, that I forebore to 
 upbraid him, poor man, for what was not his fault. 
 To Brevoort s Tavern,f beholding many fine 
 sleighes dragged along over the bare stones of the 
 street, nigh splitting mine ears, and there found 
 those merry musick players, Masters Ysaye, 
 Pugno, Sobrino and the lad Gerardy,J who did 
 teaze me greatly to hear him play to-night, what 
 I promised gladly to do. Monsieur Dumay stay 
 ing to dispute with Mistress Davidson, I home 
 to dinner, and prevayled upon my wife to come 
 with me to the Musick Hall, but having heard all, 
 thought highly indeed of how Anthony Seidl,|| the 
 musick master from Hungary, dealt with Master 
 MacDowelPs ** newe Indian piece, Monsieur 
 Ysaye declaring loudly that it was a pleasaunce, 
 and I must tell Master MacDowell so when next 
 I see him at the coledge, lest Harry Finck,ff our 
 critical friend, precede him with his incontinent 
 praise of the Hungarian. 
 
 First Day of the Month. To Augustin Daly s 
 play house to see Mistress Reehan play Peggy 
 Thrift in The Country G/W, made over by David 
 
 Garrick 
 
 periodical, in which appeared a series of these Pepys* 
 papers. 
 
 f Brevoort House, on lower Fifth Avenue. 
 
 j Illustrious quartet of musicians, at that time stranded 
 in New York by the rascality of an unscrupulous manager. 
 
 Publisher of the Criterion. 
 
 || Late orchestral leader of New York and Baireuth. 
 
 ** Henry MacDowell, composer and professor of music 
 at Columbia University. 
 
 f ( Henry T. Finck, author and musical critic of New 
 York Evening Post* 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 Garrick from Wycherley s Country Wife, but 
 liked not the changes, the parts of Sir Jasper 
 Fidget and Pinchwife in the old comedy being left 
 off, yet still a good play, alltho not so merry as 
 the petite comedy by the French playwright, 
 Monsieur Pailleron, played for a curtain raiser. 
 Jack Barry JJ coming from Franklin Square to 
 dine with us, would have my wife go with him to 
 the Italian players on the Bowery-road, for him 
 to write a critical pamphlet thereof; but she would 
 not hear of it, in remembrance of the evill smell 
 and rude yokels in their play house, what time we 
 saw Rigoletto or The King His Frolick, so he went 
 his way very rueful. 
 
 Lord s Day (ijth). Up and abroad, the 
 weather like unto that of a day in April, and met 
 many fine ladies and merry gentlemen arrayed in 
 their best, though the streets be still filthy for all 
 the protestations of Mr. McCartney,* what took 
 the place of gallant Colonel Waring, the only 
 honest commissioner of streets whatever we had 
 to the lasting discombture of Major Andrews f 
 now outlawed by his fellow officers. 
 ^{To the East Side to behold the common people 
 thronging the streets, with many rude jests and 
 loud laughter, and there come upon Jake Riis, 
 what wrote that book, How the Other Half 
 
 Lives, 
 
 JJ See previous note. 
 
 * First Commissioner of Street Cleaning of Greater 
 New York. 
 
 f Predecessor of Street Cleaner Commissioner Waring, 
 dropped from membership in the "Loyal Legion" after 
 charges of bribery brought against him during the Lexow 
 investigation of 1894. 
 
 Jacob A. Riis, police reporter for the New York Sun, 
 author of The Children of the Poor and of many articles 
 on tenement house life in the Century Magazine. 
 
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P epy s s Ghost 
 
 Lives, making many soft hearts to weep, but now 
 writeth under the sign of the Sun, and yet is a 
 friend to Dick Gilder,! highly admirable indeed, 
 and was told by him of a new fire on Cherry Hill, 
 in our erstwhile Golden Hill Inn, where was 
 waged a bloody fight over a liberty pole in my 
 great-grand-father s day, his house standing but 
 across the way, was all burned up, and a sad pitty 
 it is we both agreed, and so away, remarking on 
 the many fires of last week in Gouverneur Morton 
 his offices, where the pretty scrivener girl was 
 found shot dead || last year, and in Harlaem vil 
 lage, all on one night, and that a night of revels. 
 So came home fearthsome of more fire-deviltry but 
 marvelled on the way to see so many astride of 
 these new fangled wheel-machines, pushing the 
 engines with their feet, swifter than any coach, 
 yet no dignity to them, what with hunching up 
 their back and making a wry face. 
 
 St. Valentine s Day. The post boy coming to 
 the door with sundry letters I took them out of 
 his hands and finding them meant for my wife 
 stood by while she broke the seals, lest they come 
 from some saucy gentleman, and she sorely vexed 
 till all being opened none were found to displease 
 me but our butcher his bill, very extravagant, and 
 so was laughed at for my pains, untill I must 
 needs fling out of the house in a mighty rage, yet 
 glad at heart that none came. 
 
 ^| To mine office, but mine affairs so distracting 
 that I up and to Polly s house, having lately heard 
 how her husband be gone avoyaging, and glad to 
 find her alone, but she very coy and made feign 
 not 
 
 J See previous note (editor of Century Magazine). 
 An office building on Nassau Street. 
 || Reference to the unexplained death of a young 
 typewriter, found shot through the temple. 
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 not to take my valentine present in good part, yet 
 merry withal in remembrance of former days, 
 when who comes in but my wife, the cunning 
 rogue, with many bitter-sweet wordes to Polly, as 
 women will, and Polly for very spite must display 
 her present, with not a word who was her valen 
 tine, until at a losse indeed what to say, I away 
 with my wife, and spake not a word, and so to 
 bed very ruefull at mine own folly, my wife cry 
 ing out aloud in the midst of the night, how I am 
 a cruell black villain, and I at great pains to soothe 
 her with the promise of a new hatte and to go to 
 the play on the morrow. 
 
 Fifteenth. A sorry breakfast with not a smile 
 from my wife for all my brave talk and quippes, 
 making me feel a fool indeed and at fault, and so 
 to mine office very busy with affairs of all kindes. 
 Yet bethought me to fetch some flowers home to 
 dinner, my wife, poor wretch, still sorrowfull, but 
 pricked up her ears to hear me prate of newe 
 cloathes for us all, and so to the play house to see 
 Helen Modjeska do Lady Macbeth, which though 
 I have often seen is yet one of the best plays for 
 the stage, and it did my heart good to hear her say 
 " out damned spot " in her quaint foreign speech 
 that becomes her tongue so well. Anon my wife 
 falls to blenching and to tremble at the fierce talk 
 of the witch-hags, and so came away ere the play 
 was out, to sup at the Astoria hostelry with many 
 fine gentle folk and were again of good cheer. 
 
 Sixteenth. On this day did news reach here of 
 the horrid disaster that did befall our good ship the 
 Maine, as gallant a man-o -war as ever sailed the 
 Spanish seas, now sunk and rent asunder in Ha 
 vana harbor, with her crewe all dead. But the 
 officers were saved, having been called on shore 
 all save Captain Sigsbee writing in his cabin until 
 the ship went down. Twas 
 
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Pepys s Ghost 
 
 ^f Twas indeed a hellish plot of the Spaniard, as 
 all are agreed, and if it be proven we must never 
 rest untill we drive the accursed Spaniards from 
 the Antilles and all the Spanish main. 
 ^[In the afternoon met Dr. Seth Low, and en 
 tered into deep talk with him anent this our great 
 calamity, he counselling moderation, but I resolved 
 in my heart to draw mine own sword to help 
 avenge their bloody villainy, should ever the time 
 come. So to bed, my heart full of war, but with 
 never a word to my poor dear wife. 
 
 Nineteenth. To Morningside hill to see the 
 Board of the Teachers Coledge welcome Doctor 
 Low,* the head-master of the university, to their 
 coledge, and there met many dons and old coledge 
 friends glad to see me established in mine new 
 estate,")" and full of praise at such ample halls and 
 worthy pictures adorning the walls on all sides, 
 most of all at the noble chapell J with richly 
 paynted windows and designs wrought of gold, 
 and organ pipes wonderful to behold but better yet 
 to hear. In sooth a chapell worthy of a bishop 
 or Pope s cardinal. In the evening did hear my 
 friend Master Kneisel, and Rafael Joseffi, the deft 
 est player left us since the Pollack musician be 
 gone away, make sweet musick in the white and 
 gold hall of the music guild, || the best that ever I 
 heard or hope to hear Master Haydn his quartette 
 
 played, 
 
 * Reception given to Seth Low, President of Columbia 
 University, upon the incorporation of Teachers College 
 in the University. 
 
 f The diarist s appointment to the college secretary 
 ship. 
 
 J Milbank Memorial Chapel, newly added to the 
 college. 
 
 Ignace Paderewski. 
 
 II Mendelssohn Glee Club Hall. 
 
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 played, my wife highly edified by Joseffi his play 
 ing, but the fiddle better to my liking. 
 
 Lord s Day. Lay long in bed intent upon 
 strange noises from the River, my wife wondering 
 what they meaned and fearthsome lest a shippe be 
 sinking, but learned later that it was because of 
 thick fogges brewed by the horrid fall of rain what 
 despoiled our clothes late last night. Up, and 
 found the weather turned fair indeed, like a day 
 in Aprill, but exceeding high winds, playing the 
 rogue with good women on their way to church, 
 but we instead to the Paynters Guild * for to hear 
 my friend Master Kneisel play his fiddle to an horn 
 and clavicymbal, as sweete musick as ever I heard, 
 and a rare fiddle too, built by Signer Stradivari in 
 Cremona, so he proudly tells us. 
 
 Monday. Up and to mine office, with sundry 
 riddles to vex me, untill bethinking me of how we 
 were bidden to the Old Guards ball in their newe 
 arsenal. f I hastened home, my wife, poor wretch, 
 all ready as fine as possible, with my cloathes layed 
 upon the bed, very dexterous. So to dinner and 
 then took coach to the arsenal, but learned they 
 were in the opera house,! anc ^ lt: was indeed a glo 
 rious sight to see so many rich trappings with ac 
 coutrements of gold on white, but I sad at heart to 
 be attired in sombre black, and therefore fetched 
 my wife away, she complayning sorely of her newe 
 pattens. 
 
 Tuesday. To Daly s playhouse to see Mistress 
 Rehan act Viola r n Shakespeare s comedy of Twelfth 
 Night, George Clarke playing Malvolio better far 
 than he did Sir FalstafF in The Merry Wives of 
 
 Windsor 
 
 * American Art League, West 57th Street, 
 j* Ball given in honor of opening of new armory for 
 the "Old Guard." 
 
 ^ Metropolitan Opera House. 
 
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 Windsor last week, yet not what he is cried up to 
 be. A jolly comedy withal, pleasing me better 
 than Mr. Congreve s Love for Love, what I saw 
 played the other night by Monsieur Du Font s 
 players. There saw I Barrett Wendell his brother 
 Jack, a merry gentleman, that can hold his own 
 part as Sir Andrew Aguecheek, as brave as any play 
 actor, and Mr. Towse,|| the gazeteer, full of 
 talke on Mr. Lehman, our rowing master from 
 Oxford,* and vaunting his own strokes with the 
 oar when he was a young blade at Cambridge 
 Coledge. 
 
 Wednesday. Spent all day at the office ; a peev 
 ish time. 
 
 Thursday. To Harlaem, and there saw The 
 English Princess, or Richard the Third, at the vil 
 lage play house ; f a most sad, melancholy play, 
 Dick Mansfield j taking the part of the hunch 
 back king, pretty good, but not eminent in it. I 
 glad enough to shift next door to see Pauline Hall 
 dance a jig at the end of the play. 
 
 Friday. My wife having dressed herself in a 
 silly dress with a long gown and white smock un 
 derneath, and a hat with feathers above, for to ride 
 her velocipede, though I think she did it because 
 her riding dress be gone to the tailor s, did, to 
 gether with my being hungry, which always teazes 
 me, make me horrid angry, till at length I forgot 
 all. Then took coach to the Coledge, on Morn- 
 
 ingside 
 
 See previous note. 
 
 || Dramatic critic for New York Evening Post. 
 * English amateur coach of Harvard Varsity crews in 
 1897 and 1898. 
 
 f The Harlem Opera House on West I25th Street. 
 J Richard Mansfield, actor and author. 
 
P epy s j s G b o s 
 
 ingside hill, there to hear Harry James || his 
 brother Will,* discourse learnedly on the Gospell 
 of Relaxacion, a lively sermon, full of pleasaunce, 
 and I very glad to see him agayne, and asked after 
 his brother and what romancing tales he had lately- 
 writ, likewise after his kind wife, what held me in 
 her arms when I was but a small child. So end- 
 eth the week, thank God, in good season. 
 
 Tenth. This morning, we living lately in the 
 guest chamber, I rose, put on my coat with great 
 skirts, having long not worn the same, and with 
 my beaver went forth, though the high wind dis 
 tressed me greatly. Then I went to Temple 
 Court and borrowed ten shillings of my brother 
 George for my own use ; for these two or three 
 days I have been troubled with thoughts how 
 to get money to pay them that I have borrowed 
 money of, by reason of my own money having 
 been all spent. We took our morning draft at 
 Master Lipton s tap room,f he and I, and fell to 
 discourse of the great foolishness of our three 
 brothers, who took sides with the vain Pretender 
 of the West Country. J Then I went to my 
 brother George s barber, under the Temple Court, 
 and was trimmed by him. At my office I found 
 my boy Thomas, who told me that two gentlemen 
 had come and vexed him sorely by asking of their 
 money, but I made light of it, and, giving him a 
 
 shilling 
 
 Columbia University. 
 
 j| Henry James, novelist. 
 
 * William James, professor of psychology at Harvard 
 University. 
 
 f The " Times Cafe " at the end of Newspaper Row, 
 down- town restaurant most frequented by writers and 
 artists. 
 
 J William J. Bryan, candidate for the Presidency. 
 
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 shilling for his pains, dispatched him forthwith to 
 the hatter s to bring him my beaver that had been 
 near spoilt by drippings from the eaves. Whilst I 
 waited for his coming, in comes Master Munkit- 
 trick, the merry scribe, and entreateth me to re 
 turn to the Elm to eat and drink with him, but alas 
 I could not go forth bareheaded. So he went forth 
 very wroth, because of my telling him how some 
 blunderers are wont to dub him monkey-trick, 
 ^f With my beaver, all hot from the iron, comes 
 my wife to buy her a pair of new pattens and a 
 whisp, so we took coach to the old shop, and 
 thence to the Waldorf to see her friend, Distress 
 Harcourt Bull, make musique in the white room 
 of the Inn, and there heard her play the new he- 
 roical piece of Master McDowell, || truly apt be 
 yond imagination. The end coming too late to 
 allow of us to see the fine horses of the town at 
 the great show, we again took coach to the house 
 of our friend, Mr. Steffens,* who came forth to 
 meet us with a link in his hand, and Mistress 
 Steffens and my wife made merry over his late tale 
 in the Chap-Book, yet said he ruefully he had re 
 ceived not enough for his pains. After drinking 
 some strange and incomparable claret we all went 
 to the Play-House together to behold the new Irish 
 opera, Brian Boru, writ by Edwards and Stange, 
 and I was much pleased by one of the silly love 
 songs and must play it soon on my flageolet, but 
 heard not the rest because of laughing inconti 
 nently over a droll gentleman with binocles, who 
 having left his lady, sat down beside my wife and 
 began to discourse, thinking her his own lady. 
 While 
 
 R. K. Munkittrick, poet and humorist. 
 || MacDowelPs Eroica. 
 
 * Lincoln J. Steffens, city editor of the Commercial 
 Advertiser y and writer of short stories. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 yet laughing I perceived his honor, the 
 Recorder, f and went forward to where he sat over 
 the pit, thus to pay my respects. He was pleased 
 to receive me most graciously, having spoken to 
 me but briefly the last time he held court, and 
 asked me eagerly what was become of an daily 
 pamphlet, named THE TATTLER. J i edified him 
 very fully, whereon he with much marvel spoke 
 of the nimble body of Amelia Summerville, the 
 singer, whom he remembered to have known so 
 exceeding plump and stout, and shrewdly said that 
 it was all the cause of physic and repeated wedlock. 
 I left him still at the play, and the cold biting less 
 sharp, my wife and I did walk to Delmonico his 
 tavern to eat of a roast fowl with French bubble- 
 wine, she on the way complaining with pain of 
 new pattens, and I vexed to go so slow. And so 
 to bed. 
 
 Lord s Day. Lay long hugging my bed, un 
 mindful of an horrid dinne made by the new wench 
 in our house a-wringing of a wake-up bell, albeit 
 my wife arose and bid her beware lest I grow an 
 gered. Up and bethought me of a mirthsome let 
 ter, writ by George Carpenter, || a don at the col- 
 edge on Morningside Hill, what he meant for his 
 friend, Jack Pine,* the clerk of the coledge Board, 
 fallen by error into my hands, highly puzzling in 
 deed, 
 
 f James W. Goff. ___ 
 
 | A daily newspaper, devoted to literature and art, 
 which perished after a meteoric career of thirteen issues. 
 In it appeared thirteen of these Pepys papers. 
 
 Prima donna of this opera company. 
 
 || George R. Carpenter, professor of rhetoric at 
 Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Columbia 
 University. 
 
 *John D. Pine, Secretary of Board of Trustees ot 
 Columbia University. 
 
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 deed, and I answering him in querisome manner my 
 letter must needs fall into the hands of Will Car 
 penter^ another don at the coledge, a very comedy 
 of errors, like unto that one of our playwrights. 
 So we resolved to dine together, and meeting at the 
 Players Guild in Gramercy Square, did make merry 
 over the matter. Mr. Robertson, a pamphleteer just 
 arrived from over seas, joining our jocund com 
 pany with high talk of Master Zangwill,{ Felix 
 Adler, the lay preacher, and Colonel Ingersoll,|| 
 his blasphemies, very edifying, until Jack Corbin,* 
 the scribe, comes in from Franklin Square, in a 
 frocke coat with great skiites, silken lined inside 
 with a puff cravatte, very lavish, shaming me so 
 in mine office clothes, that I feigned to be wearied, 
 the talke turning on how poir a thing is Will 
 Shakespeare his Hamlet and other tragick plays, 
 and came away vexed. 
 
 Monday. To the Avenue Theatre to see Helen 
 Modjeska play Mary, Queen of Scots, a new part 
 and very becoming, the Pollack brogue of her 
 tongue no blemish but indeed lifelike, for it was 
 remarked how that poor queen could never learn 
 how to speak like an English woman, nor Scottish 
 woman neither, so trained was she in the ways of 
 the French and Popery. 
 
 Wednesday. Homeward bound and meaning to 
 tarry nowhere, I nigh passed by the door of the 
 late Monsieur Bial,ff his musick hall, but hearing 
 
 sounds 
 
 j- William E. Carpenter, professor of Columbia Uni 
 versity. 
 
 J Author of Children of the Ghetto, and other stories 
 of Hebrew life. 
 
 President of Society for Ethical Culture. 
 
 || Robert G. Ingersoll, noted lawyer and infidel. 
 
 * See previous note. 
 
 ffKoster and Rial s Music Hall. 
 
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 sounds within, I did enter for all my pious broken 
 oaths, and there beheld Remenyi, J the Hungarian 
 fiddler, who did once travell and play with Master 
 Brahms, lately come to his death, the first time 
 I have heard him play since the day he made the 
 benches and barristers weep in the General Assizes 
 what time he designed to prove that the Duke of 
 Cambridge his stolen fiddle, built by Master Stra 
 divari of Cremona, was but cheap stuff, yet could 
 not save his friend the fiddle maker on Union 
 Square from being convicted a thief, albeit he walks 
 the streets a free man to the great shame and con 
 tempt of our Law and Courts of Justice. || 
 
 Friday. To the opera, my wife and I, she 
 wearing her dancing smock and necklace about her 
 bare neck, but I, alas, in black broad cloth only 
 for my waist coat of silk and white linen shirt, and 
 heard Doctor Faustus sung in Italian,* but grew ex 
 ceedingly weary of how it was done, and coming 
 forth did debate whither to turn, my wife eager to 
 go to the Astoria hostelery, there to dance for to 
 help the poor, but I longing to go to the great 
 Spanish Garden, to behold the masquelyns of the 
 Singers Guild,f and so took coach to either, one 
 after another, and a marvellous sight indeed to see 
 the masque Arion and his antick henchmen, with 
 rag, tag and bob tail, till early in the morning, and 
 we still supping by daylight with Carl Hauser,ft 
 the master of the revels, a frolicksome merry man 
 indeed, with great store of quips and jestes, as be 
 came 
 
 | Eduard Remenyi. 
 Johannes Brahms. 
 
 || See previous note on famous Stradivarius trial. 
 * Gounod s Faust. 
 f Arion Club. 
 
 ff Former editor of Puck, and popular German hu 
 morist. 
 
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 came his office. A costly night it was, God for 
 give our folly, so I must forswear to see the Moors 
 walk their best steps for the prize of a cake, on 
 this, their hollyday to-morrow. 
 
 First Day of March. The newe month coming 
 in not like unto a lion, but as a very lamb indeed, 
 maketh me fear for the issue lest the end likewise 
 be changed out of its proper course, but my wife 
 rejoiceth the more, hoping to wear her Easter day 
 cloathes before the coming of that holiday. 
 ^f So, having prinked herself in her newe hat and 
 silken frock, and I wearing my glossy beaver and 
 lacquered shoen, we- to the free stage || in the 
 Berkeley School across the way from the new 
 Guild hall of our Benchers and Barristers * to see 
 the Criterion players give Te Create Galahault^\ 
 or the Tongue of Slander^ a tragick piece lately 
 turned from the Spanish into English wordes by 
 Mistress Banks,! herself playing Donna Cristina, 
 an honest woman willy-nilly made dishonest by 
 the prating tongue of the town, and I glad to see 
 the poor wretch in her lover s arms at last, well 
 rid of her foolish husband who drawing sword to 
 avenge his honor lost it all the more and life to 
 boot. Truly an ingrate part for any play actor 
 but above all for Eben Plympton what did it, tho 
 it be to his best ability, John Blair, as the lover, 
 outshining him in all points, and looking for all 
 the world like Mr. Carteret,ft tne pamphleteer that 
 writheth under the Sign of the Setting Sun together 
 
 with 
 
 Annual cake walk in Madison Square Garden on 
 the night of Lincoln s birthday. 
 || The Independent Theatre. 
 * Club house of New York Law Association. 
 f El Gran Galeotto, by Echegaray. 
 J Maude Banks. 
 ] j- Reporter for New York Evening Sun. 
 
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 with Acton Davies,|| the play-going scribe, whom 
 we found sitting in the pit, very nigh unto us 
 giving little heed to those about him, least of all 
 to Mr. Barry, the author now likewise become a 
 play-going scribe for the book printers of Franklin 
 Square, though he was erstwhile his friend, but 
 now sat close to him and feigned to know him 
 not.* Anon came in Master Coward,f a gentle 
 spoken scribe indeed, and I showing him his antick 
 protraiture printed in the play bill from a squib 
 lately drawn by Monsieur Fornaro,J he becomes 
 very merry and with wry laughter vaunteth him on 
 his new fame, likening it to that of some great 
 rogue clapped into the stocks. 
 
 Eighth. To Chelsea Square to Dick Hovey 
 his house, what writheth vagrant songs but is now 
 become a sonneteer forsooth,** and found him 
 dwelling with his wife in a cozy small house look 
 ing out upon the minster and great Cleric Col- 
 ledge, where he did once study for orders, before 
 his heart was turned to writing of songs and such 
 like gawds. Not knowing whither to turn for a 
 good meal in that part of town, we bethought us 
 of an Italian tavern near Gramercy Square, erst 
 while known as that of Roversi, but now fallen 
 into decay, yet resolved we to go there because of 
 a merry roystering song there composed by our 
 
 poet 
 
 1 1 Dramatic editor of New York Evening Sun. 
 
 * Allusion to a journalistic unpleasantness growing out 
 of an unfavorable review of one of John D. Barry s 
 books. 
 
 f Dramatic editor of New York World. 
 
 j Cartoonist for New York Herald. 
 
 Richard Hovey, poet and author of Songs of Vaga- 
 bondia and Round Table plays. 
 
 ** Allusion to series of love sonnets published in the 
 Century Magazine. 
 
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 poet to his friend, of the which I remember but 
 this part, having sung it all once a time we were 
 in our cups : 
 
 Barney McGee, Barney McGee, 
 You who were always the one to befriend a man, 
 You who were always the first to defend a man, 
 You who had always the money to lend a man, 
 Down on his luck, and hard up for a V. 
 
 *[[ So to Roversi s tavern, but found it much 
 changed, for the worse, yet dined in good spirits 
 with high talke of war with the Spaniard and of 
 his villainy. I calling for a bottle of Lacbrymce 
 Christi, that curious foaming wine what deriveth 
 its heat from the hidden fires of a volcano-moun 
 tain, and anon for another bottle, when deeming 
 us to be silly with drink they did bring us more 
 than was called for, and so arose angry wordes 
 with the hostess she yielding not and I not, no not 
 one bit, untill I telling her in the Italian tongue 
 that I was but a poor man not having so much 
 money with me, she turneth tauntingly upon Dick 
 Hovey, the minstrel of the place, but he did con 
 fess most ruefully that he fiad but a few pence, 
 whereon she became highly enangered and feigned 
 to call aloud for the constable his officers, so I 
 paid down a part of her price, tho it was indeed a 
 cheat, and commanding the scullion to come with 
 us, suffered him to walk along with us to Dick 
 Hovey his house, I dwelling too afar, and there 
 made some shift to satisfy the landlord s debt, to 
 my great shame and lasting grudge agaynst all 
 Italians. 
 
 March Twelfth. To the wommen their new 
 study hall, hight Barnard Coledge * after the late 
 
 don 
 
 * Public opening of new Barnard College buildings, on 
 the Boulevard and I I9th Street. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 don of the University,f and found it standing 
 strong and fair on Morning-side hill in the very 
 spot where was fought the great battelle of Harlaem 
 Plains, as yet to be seen in the highly remarkable 
 bronze portraiture of Major Knowles so cunningly 
 wrought in the outer wall of the University. J 
 There met we a great thronge of folk, come from 
 near bye and from afar in carriages, on two wheeler 
 machines and afoot, arrayed in fine garments, least 
 wise the wommen, and I glad to be in my long 
 frock coate with skirts and my beaver hat newly 
 ironed, with my wife wearing her flounced silk 
 skirte only made to-day. 
 
 ^[ So in by the greate court with bows and courte 
 sies on all sides, under the stone escutcheons of ye 
 old King s Coledge, and so came under a noble 
 yellow lanthorn, round and big like the moon, 
 highly marvellous to behold and a costly gawd in 
 deed. Then paid we our respects to the Deaconess 
 of the coledge, a sweet faced and pleasant spoken 
 gentle woman, richly dressed in a gown of gray 
 moyre silke, with great bunches of little field violets 
 fastened on her breast and in her girdle, and passed 
 thence to the great council room of the Board, 
 very stately with paynted effigies of erstwhile dons 
 uponne the walls, I highly edified, untill my wife 
 shewing me the dust gather upon the round table 
 and chairs made of ye polished wood of the red 
 mahogany tree, I grew to think less of it all, and 
 so pushed onward to the musick hall, and found 
 it a droll toy of a play house, with good cheer set 
 out upon the tables and young gentle-wommen in 
 
 cap 
 
 j-A. P. Barnard, late president of Columbia Uni 
 versity. 
 
 J Bronze memorial tablet placed there by the " Sons 
 of the Revolution." 
 
 Emily James Smith, dean of Barnard College. 
 
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P e p y s s G b o s i 
 
 cap and gown ready to guide the way. There be 
 held I Mr. Austen G. Fox, the cunning barrister 
 that strived to convict those false officers of the 
 constabulary brought to trial in our last court of 
 Oyer and Terminer by Recorder GofF and the 
 Reverend Doctor Parkhurst,|| and so shook hands 
 unmindful of our quarrell what time he spoke too 
 freely at our coledge banquet. My wife deep in 
 talke with him, some one plucks me by the sleeve 
 and I turning about God forgive me, am overjoyed 
 to behold Polly standing close unto me, her silly 
 husband with her, but scarce had he greeted me, 
 she, cunning rogue, makes shift to ask him to 
 fetch her some cakes, and so we two stood alone 
 together, and I glad in my heart to have it so, 
 untill he coming back must needs accost my wife, 
 and so spoyled all, my wife none too courteous to 
 Polly making the naughty witch to laugh to the 
 high anger of my wife, and shall hear more of this 
 anon, I wot. 
 
 ^f Coming from the coledge it was curious to see 
 the little hamlets of the free tenants or squatter 
 people, with goats, swine and fowl running to and 
 fro within the yard built up close beside the great 
 fence of the university wrought of iron and stone 
 posts, each one of them as high as their most high 
 roof tree whereon I did moralize to my wife how 
 it be pretty to see high and low dwell so nigh one 
 unto another, but she heard me not out, but 
 dubbed me cruell villain and other unseemly 
 words. 
 
 Lord s Day [<?#/]. A wet, stormy day, soyl- 
 ing the streets more than ever this sen night, so 
 
 lay 
 
 || Criminal trials of police officers, charged with black 
 mail and bribery, following upon the revelations made 
 during the sessions of the so-called Lexow Committee, in 
 1 894. Mentioned in previous note. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 lay long in bed glad of my warm shelter. Anon 
 comes my friend Mr. Inglis, the merry scribe who 
 writheth under the sign of the Globe * and was so 
 warm a friend to Anthony Hope,f what time he 
 dwelt amidst us, to fetch me with him to board the 
 Spaniard || that lately came into our Harbor. So 
 to the Battery and there telling of our names and 
 errand were taken into the cabin of a custom s 
 cutter, and so sailed out into the Bay, sea spray 
 and mist flying all about us, the skipper mixing us 
 a good stiff grog, with loud and angry talke of 
 War with Spain because of the sad sinking of the 
 Maine, our newe man-of-war, with nigh all her 
 crewe in the Antilles. J 
 
 *[[ Master Inglis he setteth down all these rash 
 wordes for Gospell truth for to print them in his 
 gazette, which pretends to be in high heat for 
 War, laughing the while sidewise at me, but I in 
 great distress and agony by reason of our so tum 
 bling about and pitching back and forth, untill, the 
 smelle of the rum sickening me more than I could 
 bear, I up to the deck and was there overwhelmed 
 by an incontinent rude wave what left me all wet 
 and dripping to the lasting disparagement of my 
 cloathes. Coming in sight of the Spaniard, a trim, 
 gallant ship bearing the name of Vizcaya, meaning 
 the Bay of Biscay, upon her bow, garnished with 
 a fierce fighting ram, I hailed her in a feeble voice, 
 the others coming to mine aid, and so brought up 
 alongside and were courteously admitted to her 
 main deck, the Captain, Senor Eulate, believing 
 Mr. Inglis to be a Spaniard, because of his swarthy 
 mien, untill he heard his name and foreign speech. 
 So 
 
 * Special writer for New York Herald and World. 
 j- Author of Prisoner of 7*enda t Rupert of Hentzau, 
 etc. 
 
 J February 15, 1898. || La Vizcaya. 
 
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 So chatted with the officers and crewe for a while 
 and I very glad to have some knowledge of the 
 Spanish tongue, but found them proud and haughty, 
 as it is their wont, yet ready to deplore our late 
 misadventure in their waters, protesting it to be an 
 act of God, and in no wise their fault, and so came 
 away, Mr. Inglis writing them down as defiant and 
 highly provoking, thereinafter duly set forth in his 
 gazette. 
 
 Monday \2ist^ . My throate swelled up be 
 cause of the raw salt water blowing into my gullet 
 yestere en, I went not near mine office, drinking 
 warm gruel and like noisome physick. After 
 dinner, mine condicion improving, we to a merry 
 masque on Morningside hill, all there arrayed in 
 antick gowns and robes with powdered peri wigs, 
 my wife wearing a quaint flowered smocke of East 
 Indy muslin, bequeathed her by my grandame, and 
 I in a wig fit to make a cleric laugh, and so whiled 
 away the time with dancing and musick, very joy 
 ful, untill I, bethinking me of the solemne banquet 
 held in honor of my coledge and Mr. John Har 
 vard, || Sir Downing, his dominie,* hied me home 
 to disrobe and thence to Delmonico s Tavern, 
 feasting there and giving ear to mighty discourse 
 untill late of the night, awhilst the wassail cup 
 went the rounds. 
 
 Twenty-second. Another holyday and I highly 
 contented thereat, mine head nigh splitting from 
 the carouse of the night before. To Polly s house, 
 her husband still tarrying abroad, and did perswade 
 her 
 
 Reception of Lady Washington in College Hall of 
 Columbia University. 
 
 || Annual dinner of Harvard Club of New York. 
 
 * Presumptive pastoral relations between John Harvard, 
 preacher, and George R. Downing, as quondam theo 
 logical student at Cambridge, Mass. 
 
P e py s s Ghost 
 
 her to come along to a bench and kennel show of 
 all manner of dogges and hounds in the Spanish 
 garden,f but the noise and barks of their yelps so 
 distracting that we went out into the street, and to 
 Daly his playhouse once more to see Mistress 
 Rehan in the Country Wife, a droll play I grow 
 not tired of, making Polly to laugh so loudly where 
 the country jade runneth about in boy s breeches, 
 to the great discomfiture of the country lout her 
 husband, that those sitting nigh us turned to look, 
 and lo, there was Harry Finck, the critickel scribe 
 who writheth under the sign of the Post boy, ! 
 with his wife, come to hear the musick farce played 
 for a curtain raiser and lingering to see Rehan 
 play, full of strange praises for her cunning ways. 
 They entreat me to send to their house for my 
 black gauntles, left there by me more than a twelve 
 month since, with not a curious word about Polly, 
 highly forbearing insooth. 
 
 Twenty-fifth. To the house of Recorder GofF, 
 to render unto him a report on our poor sailor s 
 children I wrote early in the year and promised to 
 bring him, and was struck dumb with admiracion 
 of his rich library and a noble harp standing up 
 right betwixt all his bookes. Shortly he comes in, 
 greeting me with such pleasant wordes as of old, 
 when he was but a poor barrister, pleading his 
 briefs in the Assizes, and so fell to talke on one 
 matter and another; lastly of the sailor men on 
 Staten Island and their poor lot, for all the riches 
 lavished upon their spittel, and of Governor Dele- 
 hanty, his new rule highly edifying. When this 
 brave 
 
 j- Annual exhibition of prize dogs in Madison Square 
 Garden. | New York Evening Post. 
 
 Lieutenant-Commander Dennis H. Delehanty, in 
 ventor of self-opening scows and governor of Sailors 
 Snug Harbor on Staten Island. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 brave Captain was called to the spittel, so it was 
 told me by a sailor man, I telling it again to Mr. 
 Goff, he would not have it to eat better food than 
 his men, but beholding dainties and rare wines set 
 aside for him, cried aloud, We be all sailors here at 
 one messe y and so had all made equal between them 
 to his everlasting praise as a gallant officer and 
 sailor man. So leaving my report in the Recorder s 
 hands, I homeward to a good leg of lamb. 
 
 First day of April. Dining with Oliver Heirord 
 at the Players Guild, on Gramercy Park, we, after 
 that he had vented his wrath on a critical fellow || 
 what lately thrice miswrote his name while writing 
 praise of his drawings, up and to the publick sale 
 of the late Will Stewart, his collection of paynt- 
 ings, and there were amazed with admiration at the 
 prices fetched by Monsieur Fortuny s pictures, 
 amongst them that incomparable portrayal of the 
 naked modellwoman on show before some quizzi 
 cal gentlemen, very finely paynted indeed,* like 
 wise some rare landskippes by the Signer Boldini, 
 Italian master, whom I believed to paynt none but 
 portraitures, and saw there sold under the hammer 
 most estimable master pieces of Corot, Madrazo, 
 Zamacois, Gerome, and Master Meissonier, him 
 self depicted with crooked riding legs,f many rich 
 gentlemen and noble ladies bidding for them all, 
 and sighing to see them sold to others, until Mas 
 ter Herford must needs cry aloud his bids for some 
 comick drawings of Monsieur Gavarni and Le 
 Comte de Noe, what signed himself Cham, so 1 
 drew him aside affrighted lest he commit himself 
 above his purse, and thus went our way, mine own 
 mouth watering for Anthony Romako s portrayal 
 of 
 
 || Sadakichi Hartman, Japanese-German art critic. 
 * Fortuny s masterpiece, "The Model." 
 } Meissonier s portrait of himself. 
 U61 
 
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 of a hunting lady with an arquebuse, as fair as ever 
 I saw, or Tadema the Dutchman s paynting of an 
 antick stone bench, for all the world like true living 
 marble, a most cunning trick. Stepping forth into 
 the street, lo there lay a handsome bill of money, 
 and so stooped to take it up, but found it only a 
 mean April fool s jeast. Alas that I be so poor. 
 
 Second. To the Spanish Garden to see ye 
 troopers and cadets from West Point and our 
 Squadron Barracks drill with their swordes and 
 carabines, with many brave deeds of horsemanship 
 and valor, what made me to long for a lunge at 
 the Spaniard ; nathless our quarrell with him, if 
 cause for quarrell there be, must needs be settled 
 on the high seas, against his new Armada, else will 
 he ever more hold the Antilles, and be a sharp 
 thorne in our side. So came away from the sol 
 diers their tourney full of high resolves, and thence 
 to Chelsea Square to hear Dick Hovey read me his 
 latest romaunt, The Birth of Sir Galahad, and like 
 wise heard his newest sonnett, full of light and joy 
 of strife, a noble sonnett indeed, with these two 
 lines best to my liking : 
 
 " Better by far to founder in the fight 
 Than fail to share the glory of the fray. 
 
 ^f What with such lofty talke of poetry, and war, 
 I did nigh forget to render unto him his half crown, 
 proffered me as a loan, what time I could not pay 
 the high cost of our wine at Roversi s Tavern last 
 month. 
 
 Third. After a dull day at mine office to 
 Augustin Daly his play house to see Mistress 
 Rehan play Lady Teazle in Mr. Richard Sheridan s 
 comedy, The School for Scandal, a sprightsome 
 piece indeed since the day it was first played in 
 Drury-Lane. In sooth more oft I see this play 
 
 more 
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 more do I like it, nor grow aweary of hearing Sir 
 Harry Bumper sing that roystering song : 
 
 " Here"s to the maiden of bashful fifteen ; 
 Here 5 to the widow of fifty." 
 
 ^f Mistress Rehan this evening thought to better 
 her part by the playing of a real Italian spinetto 
 fetched in to her from the lobby, with great ado, 
 but me thought it could have been spared, and yet 
 the play been no less comely. 
 
 Fourth. Lay long in bed after a weary night, 
 my wife, poor wretch, arousing me many times 
 with questions what of Polly, till I striving to 
 appease her did promise for us to go this day to 
 see Maude Adams play the Scottish lassie and gen 
 tlewoman for the two hundredth fold time in Mr. 
 Barrie his new piece at Garrick s play-house,t and 
 so went to sleep at last, she ill-appeased, in sooth, 
 yet glad to come and fetch home with her a pretty 
 bauble for a keep sake. 
 
 April Fifth. Our Commissioners sent to the 
 Antilles to pry into what did befall our good ship 
 Maine that so suddainly blew up in the harbour 
 of La Habana, after most diligent search and 
 divers dyving under the sea have found that she 
 was scuttled from without, but forbear to blame 
 any one for it. This is forsooth a hellish plot, 
 and so God help may be avenged by us anon. 
 ^[ There is no way out of it but I must prepare 
 myself for War, tho there be some of our State 
 councillors that still think to averte what all men 
 see to be coming to a certayn head. So, after 
 making some settlements uponne my poor Wife, I 
 to Seth Low, his office, and so abdicate mine 
 office as secretary of the Teachers* Coledge. It 
 made my hearte sad, but was greatly releaved by 
 
 Dr. Low 
 
 J The Little Minister. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 Dr. Low his promise, to have my full stipend paid 
 unto me until the very end of the Academick 
 calendar, a truly noble offer indeed. So parted, 
 with many kind wordes from him, proving him a 
 friend and benefactor to me that I will surely not 
 forget, no never, and came upon Ned Woodberry 
 in the coledge yard, with Harry Taylor, || his 
 fellow don. All three to ye Coledge Tavern, and 
 did there tell them of mine abdication over a 
 stoup of ale and hearty chops of mutton, to theyr 
 great admiration and curiosity. 
 *^ Quoth Master Woodberry, thinking to jest 
 An wilt Thou take service as a Soldier^ Madcap ? 
 but was plainly astonied that I swore by 
 Heaven I would, and so forebore to teaze me. 
 Thence hot foot to ye officers of the Muster 
 Rolls * to take service agaynst the Spaniard. They 
 did strip me of all mine cloathes and made me to 
 hop and skip this way and that way on one foot, 
 all going well untill the chirurgickal officer f must 
 needs hold up playing cards for me to tell from 
 afar, which I could no wise do. In the end when 
 I did proclaim the Knave of Spades as our Ladye 
 of Clubbes, he did crye out waxing wroth that I 
 be blind like unto a batte and unfit for soldiers* 
 service, nor would listen to mine excuses, and so 
 drew on my cloathes and came away, sore puzzled 
 how to carry mine end. 
 
 April 6th. Up and to Bart Arkell J his office ** 
 
 where 
 
 Prof. George E. Woodberry, see previous note. 
 
 || Henry Taylor, historian and lecturer on Mediaeval 
 Literature. 
 
 *Army Enlistment Bureau on the Bowery. 
 
 f Dr. Poindexter, Surgeon, U.S.A. 
 
 j Manager of the Arkell Publishing Company. 
 
 **The Judge Building on lower Fifth Avenue, New 
 York. 
 
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Pcpys s Ghost 
 
 where he doth print his Gazette || and Comickal 
 Cartoons * and telling him of mine abdication of 
 yestereen and cruel slight put upon me by the of 
 ficer of the muster jrolls, do entreat him to despatch 
 me to South ward. For go I must, if not as a 
 Soldier sobeit as a Gazeteer of War. Then did 
 he confess to me how he hath all but concluded 
 contracts with Mr. Schell, the ship paynter,f to 
 let him proceed South ward there to draw portraits 
 of our fleet gathering at Key West. Whereupon 
 I made mighty argument how a Gazette can no 
 wise subsist on pictures alone, but must have a 
 gazeteer to accompany the artist for to explain in 
 written wordes that which t other hath drawn with 
 his brush. Thus was he pursuaded to summon to 
 his side his elder brother,! what had his face scarred 
 out of all countenance the time he did save his 
 sister from their burning house, and likewise Mr. 
 Sleicher, his head gazeteer, that hath took the 
 place of Jno. Gilmer Speed, the merry scribe, and 
 so after much earnest talke, did agree among our 
 selves at last, unmindful of Mr. Sleicher s remon- 
 strations, that I should set out on the same journey 
 with Mr. Schell, him to await my coming this very 
 day at the Broadstreet Roadhouse in Quakerstown. 
 Then did Mr. Arkell draw a bill in my favor for 
 $500, to be divided betwixt Mr. Schell and myself, 
 and so away with Bart his brother to printing 
 house square to ask leave of Mr. Hearst,** what 
 
 printeth 
 
 \\Frank Leslie s Weekly. 
 
 * Judge. 
 
 f Frank Cresson Schell, marine artist. 
 
 J W. J. Arkell, president of the Arkell Publishing 
 Company. 
 
 Editor of Leslie s Weekly. 
 
 ** W. J. Hearst, publisher of the New York Journal 
 and San Francisco Examiner. 
 
 [so] 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 printeth Ye Journal!, to go on board his Despatch 
 boat Bucaneer. Not finding him in his office I 
 would fain seek out mine old friend Sefior Car- 
 valho,* brother to him that doth tell false scriven 
 ers from true,f and finding him at his writing table 
 did present the two to one another and was mighty 
 glad in my heart to hear them agree betwixt them 
 selves to let us twain take six weeks passage on 
 the Despatch boat for but $300 apiece, or $600 
 untill the War should end. Whilst we sat thus 
 talking Mr. Carvalho complayned sadly how that 
 his Master Mr. Hearst had lost his wager for $5,- 
 OOO that War should be declared this selfsame 
 week, but Mr. Arkell strived to comfort him say 
 ing how that mighty sums of money might be won 
 on change if I would contrive to despatch early 
 secret news of the first battle of our ships at sea, 
 and how that they could use their private knowl 
 edge for gain if they would but agree to withhold 
 it from the publick and readers of their gazettes. 
 Twas a sorry plot, methought, and so I said priv 
 ily to Bart Arkell, when we withdrew for a fare 
 well draft, but he passed it over for a jeast and so 
 parted, he to send word to Master Schell of my 
 coming, and I to my poor wife to break the news 
 to her. 
 
 April jib. Up at cock s crow my wife and 
 children still abed to despatch with speed for 
 Quakerstown. Whilst eating a cold hasty pud 
 ding kept for me overnight was aggrieved to hear 
 mine host what carries a blunderbuss with the yeo 
 men of the Seventy-first boast how his Colonel had 
 absolved him with others that had taken wives to 
 themselves, and so forebore to tell him of mine 
 errand. In sooth mine ears were still afire with 
 
 yesternight s 
 
 * Business manager of New York Journal. 
 j- Expert specialist for handwritings. 
 
 [5-] 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 yesternight s mad entreaties of my wife who would 
 discountenance all warres let our enemy taunt us 
 as he will, and did mourn over my poor fatherless 
 children which I left unkissed fearthsome lest I 
 arouse them from their little beds and so wreak 
 new havoc in my wife s sorrow. So out into the 
 cold morning, the town links still alight and no 
 noises of loud traffic and taking boat for Jersey 
 was there met by my brother George, whom I did 
 send a message to for to take farewell, and so 
 kissed and parted he stepping from the coach but 
 after it was underway. A prettie landskip verily 
 to behold so much snow through the coach pane 
 and the trees standing bare and black, but made 
 me mighty weary and so fell asleep nor woke not 
 till the porter drew me forth at the relay house. \ 
 There came a man forward the whom at first I 
 did believe to be mine eldest brother Harry come 
 from his wife s free hold in Germantown, but 
 greeting me by name found him to be Master 
 Schell a kindly frankspoken man who grips me by 
 my hand and thus were good friends forthwith. 
 Under the coach shed stood his good wife, amid 
 quaint painters tools and equippage, wistfullike 
 and affrighted till I speaking kindly to her did 
 comfort the poor woman by my vow to take good 
 care of her husband, an idle promise methought 
 for which God forgive me. 
 
 ^| Thence to coach again greatly encumbered by 
 so much travail gear untill growing both of us an 
 hungered from our early fast we gladly sate us 
 down to our first post dinner and becoming merry 
 withal despatched a toast to our patrons that 
 sent us. 
 
 ^[ Alight in Washington he to some tailors to buy 
 him a great rain coat but found not what he wanted 
 
 the 
 
 J Germantown Junction. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 the whilst I in great haste to the Army and Navy 
 Building there to make supplication for letters that 
 would pass us twain through our lines of soldiery 
 and on board each and every man-of-war of our 
 squadrons should ever it come to fight indeed. 
 Wandering hither and thither up stairs and down 
 stairs in the great building was I sent from Peter 
 to Paul and found everything topsy-turvy truly 
 maddening to behold and all the talke of war till 
 one gazeteer a whilom friend of mine did pluck 
 me by the sleeve and took me before Theodore 
 Roosevelt, second Lord Chancellor of the Admi 
 ralty. A more busier man than him did I never 
 set eyes on, no never, taking heed of my supplica 
 tion with one ear, listening to sundry sea captains 
 with the other, all the time dictating aloud to his 
 clerks yet laughing and jeasting with the former 
 Lord Chancellor o Admiralty come to see him 
 whom he held grasped by the hand whilst in t other 
 he crumpled a bunch of advices just brought in 
 from our spies in Madrid and Cadiz, where all 
 alike are bent on war. My passport made out 
 with Mr. Roosevelt s signatured duly affixed and a 
 letter from him to the war office to do the same 
 for me there, tho it proved the first such like 
 paper writ for this end, I thanked him warmly and 
 before he was rid of me asked him bluntly whither 
 I should turn for to see the first battle waged with 
 the galleons of Spain. Then he did look me 
 in the eye and showed his teeth, but I holding him 
 tight spake at last : Were I in your shoes I should get 
 me on a speedy forerunner and haste to Puerto Rico, 
 for tis most likely our squadron will there strike upon 
 the Spanish drmada if ever she leave Cape Verde to 
 come our way, and thereat left me saying how he 
 wished me luck and how he would fain be there 
 
 with 
 
 Ex-Secretary of the Navy Herbert. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 with a brave promise in the end to leave his office 
 and take a hand in the fray whenever it come to 
 blows. So away mighty content with the issue of 
 mine errand and seeking out Master Schell at the 
 Arlington Inne drew him hence and so again took 
 coach on our journey southward with none for 
 company but one navy lieutenant ordered to his 
 ship, most other Southern travellers that do so 
 commonly this season not dursting to venture 
 forth in the teeth of this propounded war. 
 
 April 8tb. Up late, after our all night ride 
 acoach, and alight to breakfast at Savannah, and 
 there in the relay house I marvelled greatly to be 
 pestered with so many flies over the dishes and 
 had been fretted still more but for blackamoor 
 boys standing by with dried leaves from palm trees, 
 all about us having changed from winter to sum 
 mer over night, so long a stride is it from Gotham 
 town to Savannah. Thence posted onward for to 
 catch the mail boat at Tamperport || and thus 
 riding all day through great forest of pine trees 
 without end soon became friends with Mr. Hill, 
 the navy officer, he and Master Schell getting 
 mighty thick with one another with noble dis 
 course of ship chandlery and sea manoeuvres but I 
 abstracted in my book MS. what I have agreed to 
 make ready for the printers this Spring. Passing 
 a town bearing the name * of the cross ways 
 that be there brought together our eyes were 
 gladdened by beholding of a King s palm and 
 Master Schell was all for drawing an esquisse of 
 it, but were aroused from our converse by a most 
 horrible noise of strife in the front of the coach. 
 Uponne thrustying our heades through the door 
 we found there the coach porter and one that 
 claimed 
 
 || Port Tampa. 
 * Waycross. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 claimed to be his friend rolling to and fro on the 
 floor of the coach throttling one another and 
 swearing blasphemous oathes. The porter coming 
 uppermost tother snatched forth a dag, but was 
 incontinently struck from his hand by the porter 
 who fell to beating his head with an iron punch 
 clenched in his fist and would fain kill him 
 had his friend not made outcry and begged to be 
 let up. So each comes to his feet again their 
 faces besmirched with dust and blood, and having 
 tiedied themselves the porter did stop the coach 
 and thrust out the other by the way side, with 
 complaynt to us afterwards how the man had 
 entered unawares intent on making his journey 
 free of cost knowing the porter to be a good 
 friend to his father, a worthy man with foul off 
 spring so said the porter. 
 
 1J At nightfall we close on to our journey s end, 
 and so forebare to sup, our navy officer boasting to 
 us of a noble inne at Tamperport, but lived to 
 rue it, fasting late beyond all endurance, and then 
 alight in the dark and scarce seated at table await 
 ing good cheer when news comes to us how we 
 must arise and aboard lest the packet boat be un 
 moored before we reach her. So in high haste 
 out upon the wharf, after angry payment of a 
 shameful bill for victuals never tasted by us, and 
 did barely get aboard in season. The gang plank 
 withdrawn I with much ado over the railing of 
 the ship to reach my manuscript to a friendly 
 boatsman what sate perched high on the outermost 
 dock spile and he swore to despatch it faithfully to 
 the printers in Boston the names whereof I writ on 
 the paper, and so sailed out into the black night 
 with sore misgiving of the issue. 
 
 Good Friday. On board packet boat Olivette, 
 a fine roomy vessel but mighty empty of passa- 
 
 giers, 
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Pepys s Ghost 
 
 giers, so we had the deck all to ourselves and so 
 continued throughout the day, with fine warm 
 weather and sunshine albeit a high sea running 
 from the strong wind. Eat but askance of the 
 cabin meals lest sea sickness overtake me, but 
 came out scot free, thanks be to God, whereas 
 Master Schell he did complayne of his belly and 
 was nowise releaved but by retching, what did 
 tickle the fancy of our navy officer. Yet soon 
 himself was in no better way, the hot sunne and 
 image of him in the water blistering off the skinn 
 of his face and burning of his nose red and blue 
 like unto the veriest sotte, and was constrayned 
 to confess to us that such was his sorry lot all 
 times he went upon the water, yea since he first 
 took to the sea a mere midshipman. Seven bells 
 sounding in plain sight of Keywest, we having 
 sailed beyond a hundred leagues with buoys plenti 
 ful all about us in token of reefs, the leadsman 
 was ordered out and soon calls forth his soundings 
 which grow ever lesser and lesser yet untill it 
 passed mine understanding how so big a ship could 
 draw so little wate*. Our captain he leaneth far 
 over the side and peereth sharply into the waves 
 when lo the keel beneath is heard scraping and 
 skrunching on the bottom of the sea and in a 
 trice our good ship lurches forward and is caught 
 amidships on a coral reef. Then did the boat 
 swain and crew fall to swearing and cursing, yet 
 it avayled them naught, since there we lay fast 
 stuck and pounding from early afternoon till long 
 after dark, six weary hours, and might have been 
 for aye but for the high tide bearing us over. So 
 off at last and came into the harbour late at night 
 amid a gallant fleet of noble war ships riding at 
 anchor their hulks showing black against the dark 
 sea. To the Keywest Inn, a blackamoor lighting 
 
 us 
 
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Pepys y s Gbost 
 
 us the way with a link, and there after much ado 
 found lodging for the night and so to bed very 
 weary nigh unto midnight. 
 
 April p. A hot morning with the streets all 
 adust and the Inne filled of guests intent upon war, 
 navy officers, sailors, Cuban rebels, gazeteers and 
 such like, but were served with a brave breakfast 
 and there beheld many guests known to me before, 
 to wit jolly Harry Brownf with his good wife, 
 Vince Cook,J who was wont to dine with us at 
 Pontin s Tavern what time Mary Alice Fleming 
 was before the New York Assizes for murder done 
 to her mother || and likewise Carleton Chapman,* 
 the draughtsman, a coxcomb of a man, that would 
 fain set himself above his colleagues yet hath not 
 the merit to sustain it Breakfast done Jack 
 Spears ** taketh me aside and offering me good 
 cheer poureth forth an angry tale how the war will 
 never come, yet he lying idle for six weeks and 
 more waiting for fight and naught else, a piteous 
 plight indeed but might be worse. So I left him to 
 seek out Carl Decker, ff for to present to him the 
 letter writ by his chief Mr. Hearst commending 
 me to his favor. A churlish fellow I found him, 
 loath to employ the commonest civil courtesies, 
 
 and 
 
 j- Correspondent for Philadelphia Press and New York 
 Herald. 
 
 J Vincent Cooke, correspondent for Mail and Express. 
 
 Old down-town restaurant in New York City. 
 
 || One of New York s sensational criminal trials on 
 charges of murder by poison, resulting in acquittal of de 
 fendant. 
 
 * Illustrator for Harper s Weekly. 
 
 **John R. Spears, war correspondent for New York 
 Sun. 
 
 j-j- Correspondent for New York Journal, credited with 
 the sensational rescue of a Cuban woman prisoner from a 
 Spanish prison in Havana. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 and none too pleased with the letter I gave him 
 the which he peevishly thrust into his breast and 
 turned from us with never a word of welcome. 
 So Master Schell and me to the haberdashers to 
 change our winter gear for woven hats of Panama 
 straw and light linens, and there heard much talke 
 of General Lee his coming out of Cuba this 
 very day, his boat the Fern to anchor here over 
 night. At supper we all very merry with newe 
 friends at every turn, and soon was noised abroad 
 how Genl Lee would not put out of the harbour 
 of La Habana mayhap untill midnight or early on 
 the morrow. Hence took coach and alight at El 
 Teatro San Carlos || to hear a Spanish musick 
 chansonetta named Le Salsa di Aniceta, a poor 
 play sprightly done tho not enough Spanish danc 
 ing to my mind, withal some prettie chalked faces 
 of Cuban Senoritas about us, and so away and to 
 bed with no news of Gen l Lee or War. 
 
 Easter Sunday. Slept late untill awakened by 
 the dinne of Frank Schell, pushing outward with 
 his easel to portray Gen l Lee landing at the Navy 
 yard and arising after him in haste did behold the 
 light house skiff that bore the Gen l and others 
 fled from Cuba riding at anchor in the offing. So 
 to the wharf, and there stood over long under the 
 hot sun, hotter than ever I bore it, till the Gen l 
 safely on land and nothing more to be seen. 
 Whilst Schell kept to the room deep in his por 
 trayal of the landing party, I to the tap room and 
 fell in with Fred Remington * and Dick Davis f 
 whomst I last met with Harry Harper on Franklin 
 
 Square 
 
 Consul-General Fitzhugh Lee. 
 
 || Historic playhouse, where the Cuban convention was 
 held that resulted in the last revolution against Spain. 
 * Frederick Remington, artist, 
 f Richard Harding Davis, author. 
 
P efys s Ghost 
 
 Square at home, and were right merry all three 
 when in cometh our navy officer Lieutenant Hill 
 who after a hearty stroup of ale biddeth us dine 
 with the officers mess on the Iowa, and so made 
 haste to summon forth Schell since the Iowa with 
 our other heavy battle ships of the line be kept 
 well out to sea, two leagues and more, a far cry to 
 reach in time for dinner. To the fleet by water, 
 Dick Davis not of the party, and aboard the low a 
 where were made heartily welcome by her captain, 
 what goes by the name of Fighting Bob.J Anon he 
 hath the ship cleared for action, feigning the enemy 
 to be nigh, and forthwith sounds a flourish of 
 trumpets with running of seamen hither and thither 
 eager to be found at their quarters, the midshipmen 
 fetching the officers their cutlasses and dags all 
 highly divertising to Fred Remington. This done 
 all to holy service much edified by the chaplin his 
 pious Easter sermon on the Prince of Peace, albeit 
 not meet nor fit for these times, and so to mess on 
 slender victuals with warm beer whereat Fred 
 Remington he maketh a wry face but I glad to 
 taste of a sapodilla fruit, the first I ever eat in all 
 my life. Later our friend beckoneth us aside 
 to bear us with him to his cabin, and there behind 
 closed doors poureth out for each of us a stiff dram 
 of grogg from his privy chest contrary to all navy 
 regulations, and so left Remington with him to re 
 main a guest on board while we return by water on 
 the patrol ship of the fleet, a petard boat com 
 manded by Lieutenant Rogers, as gallant and gentle 
 spoken a navy officer as ever I care to know. 
 ^| This night Carl Decker coming into our bed 
 chamber did devise with him untill late how to go 
 into Cuba unawares for to pry into the outcome 
 of 
 
 JRobley D. Evans, U.S.N. 
 Tbrpedo-boat Foote. 
 Tcol 
 
Pepys s Gbost 
 
 of the Armistice newly granted to his rebels by the 
 King of Spain, and were resolved in the end for 
 me to make a bold try for it on the morrow with 
 Mr. Akers, our London gazeteer lately banished 
 from all Spanish dominions, and so to bed, strayning 
 big with desire. || 
 
 April i^tb. Now must I needs take up again 
 my journall, but no time left in these stirring times 
 to hark back to other days. The country clearly 
 bent upon war, and here all in a flurry, the battle 
 ships putting on their war paint and trimming for 
 fight, whilst each new packet boat brings more 
 guests to our Inne all mad for war. This morning 
 I to the wharf with Walter Russell * and Vince 
 Cook to watch a little blackamoor boy that an- 
 swereth to the name " Smoke " at his anticks in 
 the water, dyving and swimming like unto fish to 
 catch pence in his mouth, a subtile trick in sooth, 
 but led to high quarrell betwixt the pickaninny 
 boys, and so away. As Schell his behest on board 
 the petard boat Porter, with her commander Lieu 
 tenant Fremont, who clapping on all speed won 
 derful indeed to behold bears us with him to the 
 fleet riding at Sandkey, and there aboard the flag 
 ship to pay our respects to Capt. Sampson, now 
 made Acting Rear Admiral over the head of Com 
 modore Schley, a rank preferment what will surely 
 breed jealousy in the Navy. All things aboard 
 the flag cruiser wonderfully well ordered and ship 
 
 shape, 
 
 || The following lapse in the diary was doubtless 
 caused by Mr. Pepys s reluctance or inability to continue 
 his daily journal while exposed to possible capture in 
 Cuba. For a contemporary record of some of his ex 
 periences at this time see "A Bloody Armistice," pub 
 lished in Leslie s Weekly early in May, 1898. The 
 Editor. 
 
 * Artist. 
 
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P epy s s Ghost 
 
 shape, to Schell his great admiration and content 
 ment, but I liked not the bearing nor manner of 
 the Admiral and so glad to turn from him to hold 
 converse with Goode,f the only gazetteer licensed 
 to voyage with the fleet on the flagship. Of a 
 sudden the lookout maketh an outcry and we turn 
 ing on the quarter deck behold a man overboard 
 from a packet brig under full said beating out to 
 westward astern of us. Twas a prettie sight to 
 watch so many life boats with men-o-war s crewes 
 racing for to succor the drowning sailor, but were 
 balked of their design by the petard boat, what 
 brought us, bearing down upon the swimmer and 
 so drew him forth, before the brig could make shift 
 to heave to. When they fetched him before the 
 Admiral twas but a slip of a boy, yet we lingered 
 not but made haste to go down the side into the 
 petard boat, her commandant offering to bear us 
 back into port. Off at once and under way the 
 second lieutenant comes forward and tells me how 
 the cunning rogue sprang overboard within hail of 
 the squadron designing for to be impressed into the 
 navy service, thus to have his go at the Spaniard, 
 nor would they deny the lad his brave wish. So 
 to the navy yard with great speed and ashore but 
 not untill Schell obtayns the commandant his word 
 to bring him along this night what time the petard 
 boat is ordered forth to patrol the coast, but I have 
 no stomach for the venture. After supper Schell 
 doth borrow my great rain coat agaynst foul 
 weather overnight, and hies him away, whilst I 
 taking coach with Dan Smith and Reuterdahl,t the 
 two Danskers, and other merry souls alight at La 
 Brisa, to hear of the musick and see our officers 
 
 dance 
 
 j- A. P. Goode, war correspondent for Associated 
 Press. 
 
 J Well-known illustrators and marine artists. 
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P epy s s Ghost 
 
 dance with their ladies and prettie Senoritas, with 
 no thought of war. There beheld I the comeliest 
 Cuban maids that ever I hoped to set eyes on, one 
 dancing with her betrothed, a navy ensign, truly a 
 fair sight to see, both dressed in fine white linen 
 what made me rue mine own shabby cloathes, and 
 so loath to dance myself till my Mr. Chamber- 
 lin finding me did utter such incontinent praises 
 of these morenas their beauty, that I must needs 
 request the favor of a dance with the prettie wife 
 of Sylvester Scovel || come to the merry making 
 with the Commandant of the Fort, his lady.* Je 
 faisais des yeux jolis avec les dames, when behold, in 
 walketh Master Schell, prinked in my Lord s day 
 doublet and breeches, as silly a misfit to his body 
 as ever be, and draweth me away from where I 
 sate, to mine everlasting sorrow to tell me how he 
 striving to gain his ship in the dark night did step 
 clear off the edge of the wharf into the sea, and so 
 was nigh drowned in my rain coat had not our 
 friend Lieut. Rogers heard his voice from the 
 cabin of his ship lying amid stream and despatched 
 a boat with himself in it and thereby saved his life 
 in the nick o time. It did vex me to come away 
 from so many comely women but Schell his dan- 
 gersome mishap and failure thus to carry out his 
 design did prove so sympathetick a tale that left 
 me no heart to tarry longer, so out of the dance 
 hall and straight home to our inne, where lay his 
 wet cloathes strewn in a heap like fishermen s nets 
 fresh from the sea. 
 
 April 16. A hot day and hotter on the water 
 
 yet 
 
 Joseph E. Chamberlin, editor of Touth* s Companion 
 and correspondent for Boston Transcript. 
 
 || War correspondent for New York World. 
 
 * Lieutenant McKinstrey, in charge of fortifications at 
 Key West. 
 
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P epy s s Ghost 
 
 yet Schell intent to find a skuller to row us out to 
 the petard boat to return thanks to the navy offi 
 cers what saved him last night and so out and to 
 the Foote f and broke bread with them in the 
 cabin, a jolly feast it was but as tiny a little cabin 
 as ever four men were in. Back betimes the 
 boatswain landing us on the turtle dock and had 
 much ado to get out of the place what with high 
 fences and watermains the upshot whereof was 
 that Schell his hand was nigh cleft open from a 
 broken glass, a horrid ugly cut to see, but bore it 
 bravely as he does all ills and I like him the better 
 for it. This night a troop ship brings the blacka 
 moor soldiers, the last of the line \ albeit the first 
 to push so far to the front, but only two com 
 panies of them in all, big stout fellows fit enough 
 to fight, led by their officers, all white men. Pick 
 ing my way through the troop ship betwixt the 
 horses their stalls and tired soldiers fast asleep 
 under their hoofs, I come across George Wharton 
 Edwards his brother, an officer in the service, 
 arid so to our Inne into the tap room, there to 
 drink a toast to his health and his brother officers, 
 a brave crew, meseemeth fair of speech and 
 courtly mannered for all their hardships and rude 
 service. So parted good friends, and to my bed 
 chamber at early matins to be chidden for a 
 roysterer by Master Schell aroused and wide awake 
 from our songs in the tap room. 
 
 Lord s Day. This morning lay long in bed 
 with more peevish words between Schell and I, 
 which I lay to his sore hand, poor wretch, so he 
 flings out to church and I at loss how to pass the 
 forenoon. To Walter Russell his lodgement, 
 
 above 
 
 ~\ Torpedo-boat Foote y commander Lieutenant Rogers, 
 j Twenty-fifth Infantry, U.S.A. (colored). 
 New York artist. 
 
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Pepys s Ghost 
 
 above our bed chamber, and was highly edified by 
 his paynting of the soldiers their entry last night,|| 
 though he professeth it to be but an esquisse. 
 Thence to one lodgement after another to watch 
 each painter at his work, Reuterdahl doing a ship, 
 Dan Smith some steers hoisted on high by a der 
 rick, and Schmettgen * deep in a study of the 
 blackamoor troopers asleep in the hold of the ship, 
 even as I surprized them yestereen. Coming in 
 upon them in this fashion I found each divested 
 of his clothes and sweating overmuch from the 
 hot sun, so bade all to come swim together off the 
 Prado after sundown, whereon Schell hearing of it 
 must needs come too and so all into the water 
 with rag, tag and bobtail, untill Master Russell 
 prating of sharks did spoil our frolick. Home to 
 a good dinner, which done, we all to the Roman 
 minster to hear preached a homily by father Chid- 
 wick, erstwhile navy chaplin on the Maine, that 
 lies sunken at La Habana, but now father confessor 
 on board Capt. Sampson his flagship. A poor 
 sermon methought and so home eager to get some 
 sleep. 
 
 April /<?. Worked all day. 
 
 April 19. Writing of my report for the Ga 
 zette. They say war is certain now that Congress 
 hath stuck its finger into the pie.f 
 
 April 20th. Worked hard till night fall. Walked 
 abroad after supper and came upon a prettie Cuban 
 damsel, lying sick in the way with none to aid her, 
 so 
 
 1 1 A reproduction of this painting in black and white 
 was afterwards used for Mr. Pepys s monograph on 
 4 * The Negro as a Soldier, published shortly after the 
 Spanish-American War in 1 898. 
 
 * Illustrator for Chicago Record. 
 
 \ Congressional resolution of April 19, 1898, enjoin 
 ing the President to request Spain s evacuation of Cuba. 
 
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 so was fain to fetch a Spanish spoken surgeon who 
 gives her some physick and thereon commends her 
 to my care, as I were her lover. A fine pickle 
 this had her Aunt not come to the spot and borne 
 her away but must have a sharp look at me ere she 
 goes, so am clearly committed to it, God forgive 
 me. Home to the Inne and into the tap room, 
 and there fell in with Dick Davis and Remington 
 but loath to speak of what befell me lest they make 
 a jeast of it. In the midst of our discourse comes 
 a noise of shots from without and sound of scuffle, 
 so they up and out and I after them and found it 
 to be a murderous brawl betwixt the town con 
 stable and a soldier blackamoor, whom he appre 
 hends with a dag in his hand others stryving to 
 embroil them the further, and so the strife grew 
 madder still till all the town in an uproar the sol 
 diers marching to the gaol to set free their com 
 rades and the burghers arming agaynst the moors 
 for to avenge so high handed a breach of their 
 civick law. Late at night, the turmoil ending for 
 the nonce, I home to the Inne and there to mine 
 own great surprize beheld Mr. Tholans J intent on 
 loading a blunderbuss for bloody work on the 
 morrow, which God forbid. 
 
 April 2 1 st. Up late and found all matters quiet. 
 Colonel Daggett he tells me, his man shall be 
 brought to justice and all end well. Wrote hard 
 all day. To night to the El Teatro San Carlos, 
 with our navy friends, and all going well on the 
 stage, a cachucha dance just beginning when 
 news comes that the King of Spain hath driven 
 our Embassadour from his dominions and war is 
 declared. The navy men up at that, and we along 
 with them, what was a signal for all sailor men to 
 leave 
 
 J Then city editor of New York Press. 
 
 Commanding officer, of the Twenty-fifth Infantry. 
 
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 leave the playhouse, and so pell mell into a haclcney 
 coach bidding the driver lose no time to the wharf, 
 where each ship of the squadron be signalling to 
 one another and boats ready on all sides to take the 
 laggards to their ships. No time then to say more 
 than a curt good bye and good luck in the bargain 
 and so parted, they to take their place in the 
 squadron and we to the Inne to pack our duds and 
 away to the despatch boat amid streams. At mid 
 night hoisted our anchor and under way after the 
 fleet, gathering at Sand Key. Fell asleep on 
 quarter deck and thus the night passed. 
 
 Friday, April 22d. Woke at dawn it growing 
 chillsome on the after deck, and found our ship 
 riding at anchor. Under way at five bells of the 
 second watch and overtook the fleet soon after 
 sailing in double columns the course set due for 
 Habana. Even as we closed with the squadron 
 one ship hove about and made for home with a 
 Spanish packet boat for convoy, the Bonaventura 
 so they say, captured over night, our first prize in 
 this war. Some said twas a prize and other gain 
 said them, but the latter overbearing us we lay 
 not to, but kept our course after the squadron, lest 
 they cannonade the City of La Habana and we be 
 not bye. Stood all day for Cuba and was marvel 
 lous to behold the prettie flying fish leaping from 
 the blue water at our ship s side, but I begin to 
 feel the alteration in the heat of the climate, being 
 now well out in the Caribbean Sea, nor had en 
 dured the sun so well but for a tarpaulin spread 
 over the poop by our sailormen. Near sun down 
 the flagship of a sudden claps on all speed for a 
 chase after a big Spaniard, and bringing him too 
 with a couple of shots from her forward gun, 
 drives him captive into the fleet, a noble prize in 
 deed, San Pedro by name. Whilst a boarding 
 
 party 
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 party goes over his side for to search into his 
 papers and secure the prize, another brave ship 
 looms up in the offing, and a shout goes up from 
 the jackies on the fleet for they know her to be 
 a man-of-war, yet must restrayn their greed for 
 fight whilst the admiral goes out single handed to 
 engage the fellow. Such speed in a ship did I 
 never see, no not in all my life and did my hearte 
 good to see the flagship make so prettie a run for 
 first blood. So went below and summoned forth 
 Schell from the cabin where he lay prone in the 
 throes of sea sickness, lest he miss this chance to 
 draw so noble a fight, man to man, and he coming 
 up throws him down on the bridge with horrible 
 groans, yet just in time to draw a fair image of the 
 two ships belching forth their broad sides of fire 
 and flame. We drawing nigher could hear the 
 noise of their cannonade over the water; and 
 strayned our eyes to see which would over bear 
 the other, when Schell of a sudden raises him up 
 from where he lay on his belly and cried angrily 
 Ye fools see you not that this is no Spaniard but shewetb 
 the standard of the King of Savoy and all this combat 
 is but their salutation to one another according to the 
 courtesies of the sea and so withdrew highly vexatious 
 into the cabin. There he lay sick all night, our 
 cockle shell of a ship tumbling us about most hor 
 ribly, but I could nowise bear the noisome stench 
 in the cabin and so to the poop once more and 
 there slept over night in my clothes, glad in my 
 heart that it be no worse. 
 
 April 2jd. This morning lay off" the coast of 
 Cuba, nigh enough to the harbour of La Habana 
 to see the breakers dash their foam clear up to the 
 walls of Castel Morro and the beacon tower, a 
 terrible sight to see, and beyond the yellow houses 
 of the town, but durst not venture within gun shot 
 
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 of the batteries, since tis contrary to orders. After 
 dinner the whole fleet fell to exercise the small 
 and great guns, especiall the latter, as if really in 
 fight, pointing the long guns hither and thither and 
 showing the manner of loading, highly divertising 
 but withal confusing and come to an end only by 
 our cruiser Cinncinnati chasing a poor schooner, 
 and made a prize of her. Soon thereafter our little 
 petard boat Porter chases after another prize and 
 all but drives her on the beach but in the end 
 brings her back in tow, she likewise a schooner, 
 La Matilda by name. Tis a sorry sport to my 
 mind to see such poor craft of fishing smacks and 
 coast wise packet boats made prizes, their captains, 
 poor wretches, not yet aware that war be declared, 
 nor able either to show fight overmatched as they 
 be in speed and mostly without armament of their 
 own. One Spanish master I saw kneeling down 
 to pray as he was made prisoner by our boarding 
 party swarming over the side of his ship, and after 
 ward told them how he had been out to sea, stand 
 ing from Africa these three months before ever 
 there was thought of war, but it avayled him not 
 against the loss of his bonnie ship and all that was 
 his own. So home to Key West, sleeping on the 
 after deck, as is my wont. 
 
 April 24.. Up betimes beating into the port 
 of Key West and found the harbour filled full 
 of Spanish prize craft, a strange edifying sight. To 
 the Inne where were lodged in our same bed 
 chamber as before to my contentment. All day 
 long at work on my great report of how this War 
 came to be begun, nor did I quit till bed time very 
 late of the night. 
 
 April 2$th. Worked hard all day. 
 
 April 26tb. A hot day but clear withal. This 
 morning in comes Mr. Cassard, the navy parson on 
 
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 the Indiana what promised to make me sun pictures 
 of all he saw, and bursting into our chamber tells 
 me how he did hap to be on board the small beacon 
 light craft Mangrove that hath now made a prize 
 of the brave packet cruiser Panama, the Spaniard 
 carrying four guns against but one small pistolet 
 on the Mangrove and that owned by the parson, 
 truly a bold exploit. What did please the parson 
 most is how he was to get his share of untold 
 pieces-of-eight for prize money, and would have it 
 that his be a double claim, since he but happened 
 on the Mangrove yet with his dag bore a part in 
 the onslaught, whilst did belong of right to the 
 Indiana, what came within hail ere the Panama 
 was boarded and thereby gets half the booty. So 
 we two must needs dine with him, and made merry 
 over a bottell or two of truly noble Burgundy wine 
 and after dinner the parson taketh me by coach to 
 the wharf feigning mere pleasaunce but in truth 
 bent on more prizes, and so left him cocking his 
 eye through a great spy glass, the greediest pirate 
 that ever I saw. 
 
 ^| Was hard put to it to finish my report and not 
 slight this last brave exploit of our Navy as told 
 me by the parson, and so aboard the Anita, late of 
 the evening, and soon weighed anchor for our 
 second cruise, with what shift of sleep there was 
 for me in a chair on the poop. 
 
 April 2 Jib. Up and found clear weather, but 
 lasted not long, a loud Norwester wind making the 
 sea to run highly discomfortable. By noon time 
 saw our good ship Newport chase for a prize but 
 lost her into the harbour of La Habana. Sailed 
 for the port of Matanzas, a score of leagues away, 
 and had all but made it, when lo the boatswain ears 
 do tingle with the boom of gunnery and so clapped 
 on all speed and soon behekL^fca-Aytthip with a 
 /^^ T r^\ small 
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 small part of the fleet cannonade the castle at the 
 harbour nor ceased their shooting till no more 
 shots came from the discomfited Spaniards what 
 stood by the guns of San Cristino,|| and thus an 
 end to the first drawn fight of the war, and passing 
 strange methought to have my first battaille waged 
 in the very place where I lay but a fortnight since. 
 ^f But we greedy for more news, not having beheld 
 how the encounter opened, and so pursued the flag 
 ship down the Cuban coast, untill the waves fall 
 ing somewhat we drew nigh meaning to board her, 
 yet were dissuaded by the Admiral his request to 
 stand by his small convoy Tecumseb * whom he did 
 report as sinking, and so turned about and held 
 close to her all night untill we saw her into port, 
 she out sailing us at the very end, and thus learned 
 it was but a scurvy trick lest we report the en 
 counter at home in advance of the Admiral his 
 pets, what he had already despatched for port. 
 To me it mattered little, meaning no loss of news 
 to me, but to the other gazeteers aboard with us 
 twas a sad blow and one they must rue for many 
 a day. 
 
 April 28. Up betimes to work hard all day, 
 and so late to sleep on board La Anita. 
 
 April 2pth. A clear and cool day upon the 
 water. Fell in with the flagship f at eight bells 
 of the third watch, and became her convoy to 
 gether with the Indiana^. Detroit^ Mangrove,** 
 
 Dewey, 
 
 || Old fort commanding the harbor of Matanzas. 
 
 * Naval supply tug. 
 
 f Armored cruiser New York. 
 
 j Battleship. 
 
 Cruiser. 
 
 ** Converted light-house tender. 
 
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 Dewey,* Summersault Smithy ,f Can-bave-a-haul,\ 
 and Triton. So sailed past Morro Castle, a 
 motley crew, beyond Mariel and off Port Cabanas, 
 when lo some bloody cut throats on shore must 
 needs fire into us with their blunderbusses, a mad 
 senseless adventure and cost them dearly, our 
 cruisers heaving to and firing their guns each 
 eleven times, what put a stop to their gunnery on 
 the other side, yet we tarried not to count the 
 dead, but made for port, the other gazeteers bark 
 ing upon our heels, and so sailed a close race for 
 port, a wicked waste of coles and no sense in it, 
 meseemed, but made as prettie a race as any I 
 have sailed in, all three clearing the bar together, 
 despite the signals of ye port warden to beware of 
 gunpowder casks hid away in the harbour for 
 welcome to the Spaniard. 
 
 April joth. Kept my room hard at work all 
 day. Sailed out of port late by night, contrary to 
 the port warden his orders. 
 
 First day of May. Cruising with fleet all day, 
 the weather worser than ever before. 
 
 May 2d. On cruise. 
 
 May jd. Cruised untill high noon. Came 
 into port near sun down and found fleet assembled 
 off Sandkey, others taking on coles in the harbour. 
 ^f So warped into wharf, to await our turn for coles 
 and other succor, the Captain mighty anxious lest 
 we be undone, but prevayled after all and so back 
 to ye fleet with late mail for the flagship and one 
 of her cruisers. A fine moonlight night, all shippes 
 ^ with 
 
 * Press despatch boat chartered by the New York 
 Herald. 
 
 \ Somers N. Smith, tug-boat chartered by New York 
 Herald. 
 
 J Kanapaba, steam yacht chartered by New York Sun. 
 
 Tug-boat chartered by New York World. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 with anchors underfoot ready to sail, and link sig 
 nals playing from one t other and so lay to untill 
 midnight. Tis some big undertaking plainly that 
 all is agog for, for late of the night, when a petard 
 boat cometh out of the mouth of the harbour bear 
 ing the latest dispatch for the Admiral from the 
 Navy Office, each man-o -war gets under way and 
 thus sail away into the night, our boat dogging 
 close after the Indiana, and so fell to sleep on the 
 poop bench as is my wont. 
 
 May ftb. A clear day and hot, albeit a blithe 
 wind blew over our quarter. Stood by the Indiana 
 untill off La Habana where cruised at random over 
 a smooth sea and wondrous blue, yellow gulf weed 
 floating hither and thither. A shark shewing his 
 back fin off our starboard side Mr. Quail || essays 
 to shoot him but fails, and so passeth the fowling 
 piece on to our Welsh steward who puts a shot 
 clean through the fish his belly and so flip flapped 
 in the water mighty fierce till the steward shoots 
 him once more and then lay died and quiet. Mr. 
 Quail, hot for his prey, orders out the small boat, 
 but the sailor man did so bungle the thing that the 
 boat was upsot and two tarpaulins spilled out of 
 her one saving of himself by a hawser but t other 
 likely to drown or be swallowed alive by sharks 
 had I not called aloud to the poor fool to climb into 
 the dinghy and so clambered on the keel and drew 
 up his legs to be safe from the fishes their bites. A 
 most unwelcome mishap to our captain since that 
 it befell under the very eyes of the Admiral and so 
 shamed us with all the fleet. At noon the flag 
 ship sets signals to speed in all haste to Port Car 
 denas and did so, some saying how the Spaniard 
 his Armada been sighted, yet when Cardenas was 
 
 reached 
 
 [ | Joseph Quail, war correspondent for New York 
 Journal. 
 
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 reached turned out no more than other fighting 
 ships of the line be come to meet us. So came to 
 under lee of the squadron and so to sleep on the 
 quarter deck in the wicker couch that bore poor 
 Mistress Thurston, the wife of the parliament man 
 what time she died aboard this ship.* 
 
 May $tk. A cool morning, our ship still a-fol- 
 lowing the fleet Eastward along Cuba, the squad 
 ron sailing in this order, to wit : Flagship, towing 
 Terror, towing in turn the little Porter, Iowa tow 
 ing the Amphitrite, Detroit, Montgomery, Niagara, 
 TVampatuck, Indiana, Anita, Kanapaba and Daunt 
 less. Changed course southward early in third 
 watch. OfF Sandoro Grande f Montgomery went 
 in chase after a Spanish barkentine and soon 
 brings her in as a prize yclept San Lorenzo, and so 
 sent her homeward under a prize officer and crew. 
 Not long thereafter the Indiana hailing us would 
 fain have us take on board a government spy sent 
 to get foot into Cuba and after some parley to and 
 fro consented on our part. Whilst we lie by the 
 Montgomery espieth another sail, this time a brig- 
 antine and chasing after her soon brings the Span 
 iard to with her guns and so another prize is made 
 and despatched homeward, a sport mefeared but 
 little to the liking of those that must needs sail them 
 into port. The spie, coming up our side soon re- 
 vealeth himself as Mr. Whitney a gentleman born 
 and bred, with a captaincy in the army and pur- 
 porteth to be on his way to join one of our embas 
 sies abroad, but in truth bent upon getting some 
 word of our army to Gen l Gomez, chief of the 
 rebel forces in the Antilles. So ushered into the 
 
 cabin 
 
 * Reference to the death of Senator Thurston s wife 
 while cruising from Cuba to Florida aboard Anita earlier 
 in the year. 
 
 f Sagua Grande ? 
 
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P epy s s Ghost 
 
 cabin and over a hearty dram there Captain Whitney 
 he maketh a mighty civill request to be set ashore 
 by us on the East coast of Cuba, and then did it 
 appear to his everlasting confusion and consterna- 
 cion that in their parley they did mistake our cap 
 tain to shout to them how we would land at Cape 
 Maysi in Cuba, we having said in truth how that 
 we must get coles at Cape Hayti. Capt. Whit 
 ney, he pulleth a wry face, but no avayl since our 
 shipmaster durst not risk the adventure. So to 
 supper and after supper Mr. Whitney and I did dis 
 course untill late into morning how it might be ar 
 ranged for us twain to go into Cuba from Cape 
 Hayti, if I would but contry ve to procure false pass 
 ports for either man. 
 
 May 6th. Cruising all day in wake of fleet. 
 
 May jth. A hot day, with no sport but from 
 the anticks of the sailors their bobtail goat and 
 puppy, two silly beasts that play to be for ever 
 fighting one the other. Sighted Tortuga Island, 
 where the bucaneers of these parts were wont to 
 hold their bloody carousals. Tis plain to all now 
 that the Admiral is bent on locking horns with the 
 Spaniard wherever he may find him. 
 
 May 8th. Aroused at early matins, we coming 
 into a harbour most daintie and loveable to be 
 hold, and was bidden to converse with the pilot in 
 the French tongue, none other knowing how to 
 speak it. A highly ludicrous pilot man I found 
 him, black as the devil and half naked, but talked 
 the French lingo mighty glibb like a master of cer 
 emonies or dance teacher and so asked him where 
 we might buy coles and stores whereat he promis- 
 eth to shew me ashore, and so off with him in 
 his long boat, my heart glad within me to put foot 
 on land again. A more divertising country have 
 I not seen, no never, the green hills even as Cris- 
 
 topherus 
 
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 topherus Columbus found them here, and the peo 
 ple little better than sauvages, living in motley rags 
 and nakedness, yet calling themselves Count of 
 Lemonade, Duke of Marmalade and other noble 
 titles fit to make a dog laugh. So tarried all day, 
 nigh drunken with the pleasaunce of so much rare 
 sport, but made a sorry business of mine errand to 
 get us false passports for Mr. Whitney and me to 
 pass into Cuba, and so must even desist for the 
 present, though as he truly saith, God only knows 
 whither we shall fetch up next time. 
 
 May pth. At day break put out to sea, I hav 
 ing been up all night what with climbing up to 
 the signal tower to spy out our squadron in the 
 offing and thence a stroll along the green beach 
 where Admiral Columbus did lose his best cara- 
 velle of a Christmaseen and there saw pointed out 
 to me an ancient anchor in the sand said to be 
 that of the Santa Maria and so highly content but 
 wished on parting I might have abided a full fort 
 night in so quaint a place. Joined the fleet thirty 
 miles out to sea and there Admiral Sampson did 
 bid sundry of us gazeteers on board the flagship to 
 rate us soundly for what he termed an betrayal of 
 his ships their whereabouts when of a sudden up 
 comes a water spout not half a league away, and 
 approacheth mighty swift, so in the ships their 
 consternacion a short end put to the dispute, yet 
 the spout wave burst asunder ere she was brought 
 to fall from the ships their guns. Set our course to 
 westward with all the squadron untill well out of 
 sight of land and then Eastward, a clever ruse 
 designed to deceave the Spanish spies on watch 
 for us ashore. So to bed in the foul cabin below, 
 a wild rain and storm spoiling the night for me on 
 deck. 
 
 May loth. A dull day we still a-cruising east 
 ward 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 ward with the fleet, and duller yet but for Dan 
 Smith J his merry talk and waggery. 
 
 May nth. tip and see we are clean out of 
 sight of the Admiral and his squadron but know 
 how to fall in with their course. Spoke and ran 
 alongside Spanish bark Carlos F. Rose of Barce 
 lona, with no news of the war, her captain all in 
 the dark that War hath been declared betwixt his 
 country and ours, and so might have taken him 
 prisoner were privateering not lately fallen in so 
 ill repute. Espied squadron after night fall and 
 made haste to fall in with them again. 
 
 May I2tb. This morning the fleet lying ofF 
 San Juan de Puerto Rico, did cannonade that Port, 
 from daybreak untill after breakfast, the Spaniards 
 handling their guns mighty manfully, with no 
 issue on either side, they shooting the last shots, 
 but none struck on our ships, but such noise of 
 gunnery, smoke and manoeuvring of vessels did 
 I never behold, nor understood much of it, but 
 Mr. Whitney setting forth the problem to me in a 
 diagram, and Captain Converse of the Montgom 
 ery giving me a private explication of it all, I did 
 write a very full report of it, to be printed with 
 Frank Schell his painted portrayal of the sea battle 
 and did despatch both from the port of Saint 
 Thomas in the Danish West Indies where we did 
 come to anchor that same day together with the 
 Montgomery, Saint Paul, Tale, Kanapaho and Daunt 
 less, a marvel indeed to the sleepy towns folk not 
 accustomed to see so many great ships gathered 
 all at once in their midget harbour. 
 
 May ijth. Forth from the harbour again speak 
 ing the cruiser Tale on our way out. Cruised up 
 and down the coast of Puerto Rico within gunshot 
 of the castle meaning to discern clearly what 
 
 damage 
 
 J Marine artist for New York Journal. 
 
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 damage hath been done, and so all day, bespeak 
 ing of our ships the St. Louis, Dauntless, and Kan- 
 abapa, in full cry after the Admiral what hath 
 turned about Westward on despatches how the 
 Spanish Armada hath given him the slip at Mar 
 tinique and is now head on for Cuba. At sun 
 down, of a sudden the look-out espieth a Spanish 
 man-of-war pouncing down upon us from the har 
 bour of San Juan, and clapped on all speed with 
 great ado since we are clearly overmatched but 
 the Spaniard pursuing giveth us a close chase, 
 with gun shots fired ever and anon over our star 
 board quarter, and all much discomfited thereby 
 with great distress and fear that all is lost, every 
 man called upon to do his part with the crew, and 
 thus toiled all night nor never lett up untill day 
 break finds us ofF Saint Thomas with the Spanish 
 cruiser lost in the wake, but our ship worse 
 strayned than she is able to bear, and so came 
 into port badly affrighted. 
 
 May i^th. Hard at work over my report of 
 our misbegotten venture of yesternight. 
 
 May i6th. The vitascope man, him that we 
 called Grampus, because of his spouting like a 
 whale, left our company this day to sail for home 
 ward, with many bottelles of goodly spirits to 
 cheer him on the way and told me privily how 
 twas all by reason of this our idle delay in a 
 strange port away from all the fighting. 
 
 May ijtb. This morning was aroused by Dan 
 Smith shewing me a tattered piece of a British 
 gazette with a report of Admiral Dewey his brave 
 defeat of the Spanish Admiral in the China seas, a 
 better news have I never heard, and made my 
 heart big to think how so great a victory could be 
 achieved so lightly by our officers and tarpaulins, 
 to the everlasting glory and honour of our flag, for 
 which God be praised. They 
 
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 ^[They do tell me presently how that the only 
 gazeteers on our side in that far away sea fight 
 were Mr. Stickney, whom methinks I knew, and 
 Mr. McCutcheon, not a writer at all but comick 
 draughtsman, yet wrote a better report than t other. 
 The greater credit to him, and made my heart ake 
 to think how we lye idle here and the war sweep- 
 eth us bye left helpless. So to Mr. Quail, and 
 did insist, that he give me a warrant to sail for 
 Santiago in the Baracoa, one of Mr. Hearst his 
 ships, but he firmly set against it, and lays down 
 an order that I must abide with him, and so one 
 word giving another waxed very wroth untill he 
 did order me from his ship and I taking him at his 
 behest did jump over board, and was drawn ashore 
 by a blackamoor in a bum boat, very wet but re 
 solved to make an end and strike off on my own 
 part, a free man. To Mr. Whitney his lodging 
 in Dr. Taylor s || house on the hill, and lay there 
 with him all night deep in talk on a project how 
 to enter Puerto Rico as secret agents for the War 
 Office and our Government. 
 
 May iptb. Up betimes, Mr. Whitney com- 
 playning sorely of tropical Spiders and went about 
 for to procure a passport into Puerto Rico, and 
 so to the German Emperour his envoy here and 
 he sending me to the Governour of the Island did 
 obtain from him a passport as a Switzer but must 
 have it countersigned by the Spanish King his 
 envoy and so after payment of all just dues to the 
 envoy his house with the standard of Castille 
 
 perched 
 
 Norwegian tramp steamer chartered by the New 
 York Journal to sail from St. Thomas to Santiago, but 
 failed of her mission, her captain and crew repudiating 
 the charter in mid-ocean. 
 
 1 1 English physician resident in St. Thomas, and his 
 torian of the Danish West Indies. 
 
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 perched high above it, and do persuade him by use 
 of French lingo to affix his seal and exequatur 
 thereto but cost me further stipends and money, 
 yea more than before. While thus I tarried there 
 comes a noise of guns, as for a salute and we 
 hastening to the window do behold one of our 
 men-o -war sail proudly into the harbour with 
 colors flying and boom of guns. Espying her 
 Senor Velasques * giveth a black scowl, and turn 
 ing from the window tells me in French how she 
 is the Oregon, fled away into this port from the 
 vengeance of Spain, but I knowing her to be the 
 Minneapolis did laugh privily to myself, into my 
 sleeve, yet trow our good ship Oregon hath in 
 deed given the Spaniards the slip. 
 
 May 22d. This night Mr. Whitney he did 
 stow away on the collier Ardenrose, bound for the 
 Port of Ponce, and did see him ofF and helped him 
 aboard the ship with promises to meet in Puerto 
 Rico, if all go well. So went aboard Anita, the 
 first time, since mine overthrow with Mr. Quail, 
 and arousing Schell from his sickbed did bid fare 
 well to him and a good honest friend he is and 
 maketh mine heart sick, to leave him. So away 
 and to my boatman to prepare all for this mine 
 own try for Puerto Rico and therefore must needs 
 end my journall here. And so betake myself to 
 that course, which is almost as much as to bid 
 God speed to myself, for which and all discomforts 
 that may await me, good fortune attend me.f 
 
 June 
 
 * Spanish consul in Danish West Indies. 
 
 f Necessarily so tell-tale a journal of daily events had to 
 be discontinued in view of the author s delicate mission. 
 Happily, another biographical narrative, covering the 
 period of the diarist s adventures in Puerto Rico, has 
 been kept extant in an article published in the Century 
 Magazine for September, 1 898, under the caption "Alone 
 in Porto Rico." 
 
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 June 8tb. This day am I safely returned 
 home, praised be the Lord, and within reach once 
 more of Christian cloathes and ready to take up 
 my journall that hath lain so long neglected what 
 time I was jeoparded of my life by the Spanish 
 King his souldiers in Puerto Rico. By the kind 
 ness of the English sea captain that did take me 
 up at Santa Cruz,|| a sorry waif and outcast, I 
 be put off in the harbour of New York, beneath 
 Brooklyn Bridge with naught to call mine own 
 but a monstrous West Indy sombrero, most cun 
 ningly woven. At the wharf was I met by 
 diverse gazeteers, eager for a full tale of my capti 
 vating and how I baffled the Spanish Captain 
 General that thirsted for my blood, and I highly 
 pleased to see them for in sooth I was penniless 
 and could not have contrived to cross the ferry 
 but for one friendly gazeteer paying the waterman 
 from his own purse. Landing at the Battery I 
 must needs stand still for one of them to make 
 my counterfeit presentment for his gazette, but 
 was ill pleased thereby, he painting me with fierce 
 moustachios, like unto a Turk or Tartar, such as 
 I never had. They leaving me, I did set out to 
 walk up Broadway on foot, having no money 
 wherewith to take coach to Mr. Arkell his office, 
 but I sorely ashamed to walk in such poor garb 
 and outlandish hat, yet glad to observe how none 
 turn on their heel to stare after me. So great a 
 citye hath this town become that naught doth 
 astonish our citizen people any more, no not the 
 Great Mogul himself should he ride on our streets 
 in state. 
 
 ^j Coming to Union Square, I did turn aside to 
 walk to the great Judge Building and there was 
 
 hailed 
 
 g Capt. , of Quebec mail steamer, Madiana. 
 
 j| St. Croix, Danish West Indies. 
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 hailed by a gentleman of Mr. Munsey his staff, 
 who doth put me in a sore fright telling me how 
 all track be lost of my wife and me believed to be 
 dead. So to Mr. Arkell his office, but encoun 
 tered there naught but dire distress and confusion 
 with no welcome word from any man, until wax 
 ing wroth I did demand of the old doorkeeper the 
 cause of this their neglect of me that had risked 
 all for their sake. 
 
 ^f Then did he recall my countenance, and seemeth 
 glad to greet me, but told me how this very day 
 the whole company with all the sundry gazettes 
 and bookes published by them, be turned over to a 
 publick Receiver by the Court, and so learned to 
 my consternation that all the moneys due me must 
 be in default leastwise for some time to come. 
 There tarried for a while, deeply disconsolate, till 
 an errand boy calling for me, I found it to be a 
 message from my wife, wherein she did apprise me 
 of her newe abode on Morningside Hill, and like 
 wise a letter from Lieutenant Whitney telling me 
 how he too be safely out of the clutches of the 
 Spaniard and bidding me make haste to meet him 
 at his secret office in the War Department. 
 ^j So away and to my wife her house on Morning- 
 side Hill, a kind friend loaning me moneys where 
 with to have a barber trim my unkempt hair and 
 enough left over to take coach to Harlaem, and so 
 home to my dear wife and little children, and very 
 blithe, all of us, to be together again, but most of 
 any one my wife for that I had stripped me of my 
 red beard she was loath to behold. 
 
 June loth. Up early and did prepare my re 
 port for the War Department. To the office and 
 was there met by Doctor Albert Shaw come to 
 entreat me to pen a discourse concerning the Isle 
 of Puerto Rico, to be printed at the sign of the 
 
 Review 
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 Review of Reviews. It doth seem that the gazet- 
 eers be mad for this business sending and writing 
 from all quarters for me to tell them the tale of 
 my adventure in the West Indies. So did I make 
 rash promises to pen a piece for Mr. McClure and 
 Mr. Doubleday * and did likewise engage myself 
 to do the same for Mr. Richard Watson Gilder 
 his Gazette,f but am in a puzzle how to please 
 them each. Home to dinner and did there break 
 to my wife the business of my journey to Wash 
 ington, whereat she taketh affright lest I be further 
 drawn into the War. Nor could I appease her 
 but by her journeying with me. 
 Tf So made ready in great haste, and leaving the 
 children with our girl Ellen, did cross the water at 
 three of the clock in Mme to travell with the fast 
 post for Parliament. J 
 
 ^f After supper along the way we into the citye 
 and alight after dark. Behold in the relay station 
 stands my old friend and schoolmate Mr. Tassin 
 to bid us welcome and likewise my newe friend 
 Lieutenant Whitney, and maketh a gallant salute 
 to my ladye, after the handsome manner of our 
 souldier men. Mr. Tassin plucking my sleeve, I 
 did perceive his intent and so presented one man 
 to another. Each thereon maketh a claim to re 
 ceive us at his house, but put an end to their strife 
 upon my telling them how I must needs bide 
 at an inne. Lieut. Whitney did then offer to 
 conduct us to the Ebbit Inne, which he doth 
 bespeak as a fair old fashioned hostelry, where it 
 be the wont of army and navy men to foregather, 
 whereat my wife giveth him a black look, fearth- 
 some as she still be of some dark design to entice 
 
 me 
 
 * McClure s Magazine. 
 
 f The Century Magazine. 
 
 J The Congressional Limited Express. 
 
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 me into the Army, but I feigned to heed it no 
 wise, and so alight at the Taverne and there made 
 shift to stay awhile, our friends leaving us for 
 the night. 
 
 yune nth. Up betimes and breakfasted in 
 the common room, with blackamoor servants to 
 wait upon us. Here was a merry company of 
 old sea dogs and gray-beard fighting cocks sitting 
 cheek by jowl with ensign cornets and beardless 
 striplings called hither from West Point and 
 Annapolis to be despatched to their commands at 
 the fighting front. Mistress Whitney coming to 
 pay her respects to my wife, I away, and to her 
 husband his office in the War Department and 
 there was summoned into their secret chamber to 
 lay before them all that I knew of the Spaniards 
 their stronghold in the harbour of San Juan de 
 Puerto Rico. Then was I deeply shamed how 
 little in sooth mine eyes had beheld to be of ser 
 vice to their needs, but they bid me be of good 
 cheer and did shewe to me their secret map of the 
 Island that did contayne most all what I had fayled 
 to record. One Captain Rowan coming in, he 
 and Mr. Whitney did fall into a dispute anent 
 certayn ways and byways in Cuba, fit for heavy 
 guns to march on, and so made shift to unroll 
 sundry rolls of their secret map of the Antilles, 
 the biggest and most largest chart that ever I be 
 held in all my born life time. In the midst of their 
 hot talke, the chief officer of the Bureau draweth 
 me aside and bids me prepare a full written record 
 of all I beheld for the secret informacion of the 
 Government, and likewise bids me report to Mr. 
 Moore, the Under Secretary of State, who hath 
 
 requested 
 
 Major Rowan, who conducted the secret recon- 
 noissance into Cuba at the outbreak of the Spanish- 
 American War. 
 
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 requested my presence. The noon hour having 
 struck Lieutenant Whitney he inviteth me to take 
 a draught with him at the Acrobatick Guild* near 
 bye and there beheld diverse cunning instruments 
 for acrobatick play and a deep water tank withal, 
 untill drawing me into the tap room he calls for 
 two drams of sweet cordial and so fell to talke on 
 each his adventures in the West Indies and the 
 poor rum to be had in Puerto Rico. Then grow 
 ing both an-hungered he leadeth me away to Mr. 
 Harlan his grill room and calling for a privy 
 table, we fell too on some toothsome devil crabbes 
 with a good stoup of ale to boot and so lingered 
 there a long time with earnest protestations of 
 lasting friendship. 
 
 ^[To the Office of State and was straightway 
 brought to the presence of Mr. Moore, who did 
 ask me sundry searching questions and at last 
 demandeth for high reasons of State that I dis 
 avow any publick employment by the War Office 
 since that the Secretary of State when beseeched 
 to come to my relief in the days of mine emprison- 
 ment hath importuned the Embassadours of Eng 
 land and France, to depose with the King of Spain 
 that I was no prying spy but innocent travelling 
 gazeteer held captive in errour. Hence the Secre 
 tary of State doth deem it imperious that these 
 foreign Embassadours be not led to believe that 
 their good offices of mediation in my behalf be 
 rendered to a mere luckless espion on bad faith and 
 therefore did advise that I suffer the Secretary of 
 War to make publick denial of my complicity 
 with his Office. To all of this did I cheerfully say 
 aye and so left Mr. Moore in high contentment. 
 To the play house with my wife and there saw 
 the Pirates of Pemance, a trifling opera, and ill 
 sung. June 
 
 * Washington Athletic Club. 
 
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 June ifth. Up and to breakfast, my wife 
 showing the War Office their publick denial in 
 the penny gazette of my doings for them, as was 
 duly set forth by the Secretary of State. So away 
 and to the War Department to finish the business 
 of my report. This done to their satisfaction Mr. 
 Whitney, who was this day raised to a captaincy 
 by order of the President, taketh me to General 
 Alger, his office, and there presenteth me to Mr. 
 Mason his under secretary, and was begged by 
 him to await the coming of General Alger himself. 
 Presently in cometh Mr. Hearst,* and sitting him 
 down beside me tells me how he is bent on going 
 to the War, be it as commander of his own boat 
 the Bucaneer, be it as a plain gazeteer and so is 
 come to Washington to bring the business to an 
 issue with the War Office. Anon comes General 
 Alger, and I stepping aside in courtesy Mr. Hearst 
 is bidden into his privy office. Their business 
 ended to Mr. Hearst his contentment he biddeth 
 me a hasty farewell, saying how he must forth 
 with prepare to sail for Cuba, and thus I am 
 ushered into the privy office. 
 
 ^j General Alger prays that I be seated, the whilst 
 he signeth some letters and at the same time sends 
 forth his privy aide-de-camp to summon Gen l 
 Miles into the council chamber. Then did he 
 present me to him as the Commanding General 
 and so had some talke together, untill other 
 matters pressing in between, General Miles he 
 beareth me away with him to his own chamber 
 and there I did render unto him what aid and 
 assistance I could for his great project the seizure 
 of Puerto Rico. 
 
 ^| At last when all is committed black on white, I 
 be 
 
 * W. E. Hearst, Publisher of New York Journal and 
 San Francisco Examiner. 
 
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 be suffered once more to go forth and there found 
 Capt. Whitney awaiting me in the hall way, 
 eager to learn what passed between us, and tells 
 me how there is some plan under foot to undo 
 him but I made light of the matter. Whilst we 
 still stand thus in earnest talke together a courier 
 bringeth me a despatch from Lieutenant-Colonell 
 Roosevelt bidding me follow his command in all 
 haste to Cuba, his troopers sailing from Tampa 
 that self same day. 
 
 ^f To the Ebbit Inne, mine head full of big proj 
 ects and straunge mediations untill after supper 
 with my wife all is forgot over a highly formal 
 invitacion for us to be presented to the President 
 at the White House, his official mansion, on the 
 morrow. 
 
 June l 5th. Up late and made ready to go 
 before the President, my wife prinking herself in 
 her newe silken smocke of pearl gray, French 
 heeled pattens and feather bonnet whilst I did don 
 my skirted frock doublet with lackered shoen, and 
 glossy beaver hatte, and so sallied forth and took 
 coach to the White . House. It did warm the 
 cockles of my heart to be so handsomely received, 
 both my wife and I, the President proving himself 
 highly gracious to the ladyes and did plie me with 
 many curious questions of the wealth and trade 
 of Puerto Rico, more indeed than I could well 
 answer. Tis manifest that his heart be set on 
 seizing this Island and all other colonies of the 
 Spanish King s dominions. 
 
 June 1 6. Up betimes and wrote all morning 
 until noon. After dinner to the War Office there 
 to say farewell to my friends, above all Capt. 
 Whitney. Tis all settled how he is to go with 
 General Miles for the conquest of Puerto Rico. 
 ^f In the evening, did entertayn our friends at sup 
 per 
 
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 per, a passing good meal with a frolicksome cup 
 of wine, whence to the play house to see ye olde 
 musick piece of Pinafore. Twas but poorly 
 played and worse sung and so said goodbye once 
 more and so home to New York by the midnight 
 post sleeping ill all the way. 
 
 June ijth. Up early and late to bed writyng 
 hard all day. 
 
 June i8th. Wrote all day and sent finished 
 tale to Dr. Shaw at his office on Astor Place. 
 
 June igth. This day come harassing reports 
 of our marines their stiff fight agaynst Spanish 
 bushwhackers on Guantanamo Hill and Surgeon 
 Gibbs his brave death,* but I hear all with but 
 half an ear, deep in work on my long tale for 
 Mr. Gilder. 
 
 June 2Oth. Worked hard all day. 
 
 June 2 1st. Up betimes and wrote long, finish 
 ing of my tale, and so by noon to Mr. Gilder his 
 office on Union Square and read him my tale, he 
 finding all good and to his taste, but for the ex 
 ceeding length of it, and so sate me down at his 
 desk and bravely shortened the tale by nigh one 
 thousand wordes, though God forgive me it did 
 make my scrivener s heart to bleed. This done 
 Mr. Gilder and his helpmeet Mr. Underwood 
 Johnson carry me away to dine with them at the 
 Players Guild on Gramercy Park, a good merry 
 meal forsooth with merry company of playwrights 
 and paynters to make it go down, but Lord, how 
 the time passed us by, nor knew it not, till even 
 tide befell. So home, and took great joy with my 
 wife and children, the first I have had in many a 
 day since this wretched war was begun. 
 
 June 
 
 * Promising young physician of New York, appointed 
 first volunteer naval surgeon from New York by Theo 
 dore Roosevelt. 
 
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 June 22d. This day word reacheth us how 
 our Army be landed in Cuba, with none lost 
 in the hazard but a blackamoor trooper what 
 slipped and fell into the sea nor knew how to save 
 himself swimming, albeit Capt. O Neill || of 
 Colonell Roosevelt s staff strived hard to succor 
 him, by dyving from the wharf. Some say the 
 landing place be named Daiquiri, some have it 
 Daiquiri, whilst others agayn hold it to be Agua- 
 dores where British troops erstwhile did gain their 
 first foothold, so confused and nonsensical are our 
 newes from the War in t. ie West Indies. 
 
 June 2^.th. Up and to Doctor Albert Shaw 
 his office on Astor Place to survey his printers 
 proofs of what I writ for his Gazette anent the 
 Isle of Puerto Rico. Issuing hence and into 
 Broadway the Evening Gazette is thrust before 
 mine eyes and did there behold a piece of alarum 
 newes printed in blood-red lettering of the Span 
 iards their ambuscade of our dismounted horse led 
 by Wheeler * and Wood f into a bosquet of 
 guasimas trees, with great slaughter alike to friend 
 and foe. There was done to death my whilom 
 
 friend 
 
 j|"Buck" O Neil, the former sheriff of Prescott, 
 Ariz. He was killed on July I, 1898, a Spanish bullet 
 striking him in the mouth. 
 
 * Major-General Joseph Wheeler, U.S.V., commander 
 of the Cavalry Division in the Spanish-American War 
 and former major-general in the Confederate Army dur 
 ing the War of the Rebellion, where he earned all his 
 steps and the sobriquet "Fighting Joe" as a cavalry 
 leader. 
 
 f Brigadier-General Leonard Wood, then colonel of 
 the First Volunteer Cavalry, better known as the " Rough 
 Riders." Later he was appointed governor of the Prov 
 ince of Santiago. 
 
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 friend and crony Ham Fish,J whom last I saw 
 what time he did ply a winning oar with his col- 
 edge crewe in the boat races under Poughkeepsie 
 bridge. These newes did so arouse me, that I 
 plainly see how I can here abide no longer, but 
 must follow my bent to go to the warres, for 
 which God forgive me and my poore wife what 
 setteth such store by me. Yet, this hath ever 
 been fast implanted in my hearte that if mine own 
 people be drawn into warring on other peoples I 
 must needs take a hand in the fray nor can I draw 
 back now that this thing hath indeed come to pass. 
 So I in all haste did wend my way to Bart Arkell 
 his office and did plead with him to send me forth 
 agayn as his battelle gazeteer, but he set himself 
 agaynst it complayning bitterly of money troubles, 
 yet I so mad to go, he at last calleth in Mr. 
 Sleicher,|| who doth consent that I have my way 
 but would fain have me go with no other stipend 
 but what would be my due were I to take no 
 further hazard. To this could I never consent, 
 no not for my wife her sake, so leaving them with 
 apologetick wordes, I went straightway to the 
 river front, to Mr. Collier,* his printing house, 
 and did there find his son Bob f in the act of 
 having his hair trimmed. Beholding him thus 
 held fast, whence he could nowise elude me, I did 
 unfold to him mine intent of following the com 
 mand of Colonel 1 Roosevelt, and freely offered 
 him my services. 
 
 Wben 
 
 J Hamilton Fish, Jr. , sergeant of Troop L, First Vol 
 unteer Cavalry, a noted college athlete and society beau 
 of New York City. 
 
 Publisher of Leslie s Weekly. 
 
 || Editor-in-chief of same publication. 
 
 * Peter Fenelon Collier, publisher. 
 
 f Robert J. Collier, editor of Collier s Weekly. 
 
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 ^| When dost mean to start on thy voyage to Santiago f 
 quoth he. On the morrow, quoth I, an thou makest 
 no stint of travel allowance. 
 
 ^| Go forth and do thine utmost, quoth he. Thou 
 behest a fellow after mine own hearte, and therewith 
 giveth me a voucher for ^150, and so I left him 
 still seated in his privy barber chair, truly a man 
 with a quick wit and a quick open hand to do 
 its bidding. 
 
 ^f Thence I to Fulton Wharf, where the swift 
 cruiser St. Paul lieth moored, and there coming 
 across Mr. Reuterdahl, the marine draughtsman do 
 persuade him to return with me on board the 
 shippe and there on the gang plank he did present 
 me to Nick Kane,J whom I last saw when he 
 was commodore of the Sailing Masters League, 
 but is now entered into this war as Capt. Sigs- 
 bee his flag lieutenant, and is clearly fitted to go 
 into the Navy, he having learned his trade of the 
 sea while still a little midshipman on a man-o - 
 war s deck. So the Dansk artist doth leave me 
 with him, but did privily lay a wager against me 
 that Captain Sigsbee would nevermore receave 
 me on board his shippe. Lieutenant Kane on 
 hearing of my wish straightway layeth my request 
 before Captain Sigsbee, with great courtesy and so 
 getteth his captain to agree to take me with him 
 on the morrow an I would but obtayn the consent 
 of the Lord High Admiral of the Navy. This 
 was I nothing loath and did forthwith despatch a 
 message to the Navy Office. 
 
 ^[ This done I home and there broke the newes to 
 mine wife and little children, in sooth a sad leave 
 taking and such as I shall never undergo another 
 
 time 
 
 J Nicholson Kane, a noted yachtsman and former 
 naval officer. 
 
 New York Yacht Club. 
 
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 time, I trow, no never, so God grant I come 
 home from this Warre safe and sound agayn. 
 
 Independence Day. This morning come more 
 newes of battles fought agaynst the Spaniard on 
 land and sea, with great slaughter and utter defeat 
 of our enemy wherever he be found. On land 
 Colonell Roosevelt with his rough-ready cavaliers 
 fighting in the guise of foot souldiers side by side 
 with our blackamoor troopers did wrest the chief- 
 est stronghold of the Spaniard away from him by 
 his mad onslaught up Monte San Juan, what 
 meaneth the hill of our blessed Saint John the 
 Apostle in the Iberian tongue nor would he be 
 denied untill his troopers guidon flags did fly from 
 the top of the castello where erstwhile was planted 
 the red and gold standard of Leon and Castille. 
 There lost we many a good cavalier, foremost of 
 all brave Colonell Wikoff and Captain Buck 
 O Neill, of Colonell Roosevelt s light horse, who 
 was laid low by a musket shot striking home into 
 his mouth even as he was boasting to his comrades 
 how the Spaniard did not live that could bring 
 him to his death. In sooth a fearthsome refuta- 
 cion of his vain glorious wordes, yet pittyfull so 
 gallant a spirit should fall in such manner at the 
 very hour of his greatest honour. But it did 
 warm the cockles of my hearte to hear of the 
 noble bearing of that game old fighting cocke, 
 Gen l Wheeler, who though ailyng grievously 
 from Cuban fever would not suffer the chirurgeans 
 to attend him, but bravely led his men into to do 
 battell as was his wont in the days when he did 
 harrass the tribesmen from the Northern borders 
 that went forth to wage war on the chivalry of the 
 Southland. 
 
 ^[ All these prettie frays on land be as naught be 
 side the noble sea fight won by our fleet over the 
 
 Spanish 
 
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 Spanish Armada off Castel Morro, whereby each 
 and every one of their battle ships was brought to 
 wrack and ruin and the Spanish Almirante, Mar 
 quis de Cervera, with a round thousand of his offi 
 cers and seamen made prisoners. Tis a matter 
 of common remark how both fights be won by 
 our common souldiers and tarpaulins with their 
 pettie officers, but no help from those on high, the 
 commandant of the army lying sick in his tent, 
 and our Admiral cruising away from his fleet at 
 the hour of battle. Thus all honour of the vic 
 tory be fallen to Commodore Schley, who did 
 lead the sea fight as second-in-command, albeit all 
 men know our ships had done no worse had both 
 Admirals lain at the bottom of the sea, as is made 
 plain beyond all peradventure by the mad assault 
 of our sloop of war The Gloucester that erst 
 while cruised the high seas as a Corsair, uponne 
 two Spaniards all at once, her captain Commander 
 Wainwright fighting each Spaniard to a stand still 
 and the stryking of his colours, nor even waited 
 for orders from any one on high to do his bidding. 
 Therefore I hear much evil talke of Admiral 
 Sampson his overleaping ambition in claiming the 
 whole share of the victory for himself alone, when 
 in sooth he hath had no part in it save mayhap 
 the planning of our shippes their several places 
 and his own vain pursuit of the Spanish flagship 
 El Gran Almirante Cristobal Colon, that was 
 already fallen a prey to the long guns of our good 
 ship Oregon, with the Commodore his flagship 
 and the Texas coming after in her wake. The 
 Spaniard having no big guns fit to match our fleet 
 cruisers hounding him to his death, did first stryke 
 his colours and then wrack his shippe on the shore 
 thus foyling our men of the fruits of their long 
 chase. Twas a coward s trick, leastwise so say 
 most honest sailors men. Such 
 
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 ^f Such brave newes coming altogether on this our 
 holiday, do indeed turn the heads of our good 
 people and make them lecherous for the utter 
 downfall of the Spaniard, but most of all mine 
 own selfe, who am nigh beside myself to take a 
 hand in it and so will brook no further delay, no, 
 not if I must find me another shippe to bear me 
 Southward. To-night, therefore, will I once more 
 hie me to Washington to see what may be done 
 for me at the Navy Office. 
 
 7 u fy 5- Up late in the Washington relay house 
 after a hot night spent sleeping in the fast despatch 
 coach. So made haste to walk to the Navy 
 Office, nor tarried even to barely breakfast and so 
 reached there in such good season that I found but 
 few of the clerks at their places leastwise not at 
 the Navigation Chamber, and so sate me down 
 to await Commodore Crowninshield * his coming. 
 Presently he cometh in very late and was forth 
 with accosted by me, I enquiring of him when the 
 next shippe was to sail. He feigned exceeding 
 wonder thus to behold me and quotha Metbought 
 you was on board our good shippe Saint Paulus, what 
 saileth this very day for Cuba. 
 
 ^f I did protest to him how I knew it not, having 
 been purposely kept in darkness, but he denied it 
 and said furthermore how twas too late now ever 
 to catch her again. 
 
 ^f Then will I trie my uttermost to foil you say I in 
 high anger and so turned on my heel and straight 
 way hied me back to the relay station in bare time 
 to demand a seat on the fast return coach to 
 Gotham and so back once more exceeding wroth 
 yet fearthsome lest the Saint Paulus sail away 
 without me, and he have spoken true. 
 ^f On the coach with me was an officer of Gen- 
 eral 
 
 * Chief of Navigation Bureau in Navy Department. 
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 eral Guy Henry his staff, who did likewise mean 
 to go aboard the same shippe, so he and I did 
 comfort one another, till late past the hour of 
 noon we drew into Jersey town, and lighting in 
 haste foregathered in the ferryman s boat whence 
 we could plainly see the Saint Paulus warping 
 out into the stream from the other side all ready 
 to out of the Narrows West-Indy ward. So 
 hailed a waterman and had him bring us alongside 
 the cruiser where she lay and so boarded her by a 
 rope ladder lowered for us by one of her sea men. 
 July 8th. Up early, ere day light, summoned 
 upon deck by call to quarters, and there beheld the 
 crewe running to their guns and the officers stand 
 ing by with swordes and pistolet in hand spying 
 seaward, a brave sight that made my blood to tingle 
 for combat. Eftsoon Mr. Sprague f doth join me 
 on the quarter deck and upon enquiry from Gen l 
 Henry,J strutting on the bridge next to Capt. 
 Sigsbee made shift to learn how a man o war be 
 sighted in the offing, the light to puzzlesome yet 
 to make out his colours. So bore down upon him, 
 all hands ready to belay him, but the smoke clear 
 ing somewhat made the shippe out to be one of 
 our own cruisers making for port with despatches 
 from the Admiral, nor tarried in her course to 
 pay much heed to our signals, her Captain content 
 to fly one signal from his mizzen the which rightly 
 translated was found to read All well at Santi 
 ago. Thereat much rejoycing on board, most of 
 all amongst Col. Dick s men, but methought a 
 
 trifle 
 
 { Howard Sprague, marine and war artist for the Cen 
 tury Magazine. He died shortly after his return from 
 cruising in the West Indies. 
 
 | General Guy V. Henry, later American military 
 governor of Puerto Rico. 
 
 Eighth Ohio Volunteers. 
 
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 trifle overmuch for souldiers lusting for the fray. 
 Mr. Sprague plucking me by the sleeve, I follow 
 him into the Quartermaster s cabin and sate us 
 down there in the darkness within, no light nor 
 firebrand whatsoever suffered on this cruise by 
 Capt. Sigsbee, and George Lynch,|| the chronicler 
 joyning our merry company did fall into deep dis 
 course of the causes of this war and what may still 
 befall if the Spaniard be not speedily brought to 
 his knees. Some talke arising on the sheer fighting 
 qualities of our men and theirs, Dick Webb,* the 
 Quartermaster doth lay great stress on the superior 
 breed of the men behind our guns, and upon some 
 slighting disparagement from Mr. Lynch, he wax- 
 eth highly wroth and for to prove his wordes doth 
 bid us follow him to the stokers hatch and there 
 summons forth three stokers by name as grimy 
 and besooted devils as ever I did behold, and there 
 before their very faces he proclaimeth to us how 
 these wretched varlets be in truth gentlemen born 
 and bred who have but taken up with this dogges 
 life to have a share in the war for the glory of it. 
 Then did Mr. Lynch cry out in amazement and 
 eagerly clasping each by his horny hand, called 
 them rummy boys, but I plying them with further 
 questions was astonied to learn that they be col- 
 ledge taught lads, one having took his degree at Sir 
 William Penn his coledge,t another at the Uni 
 versity of California and the third proud of his 
 sheep s skin that he bore away with him from the 
 ancient coledge of William and Mary in the Vir 
 ginias. So stood we some while in converse, they 
 telling us of their hard life in the bottom of the 
 
 ship 
 
 1 1 War correspondent for London Chronicle. 
 * Richard H. Webb, third officer on American liner St. 
 Paul, then serving in the Volunteer Navy, 
 j* University of Pennsylvania. 
 
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 ship for ever more feeding her red hot fires to 
 make them burn hotter still, like unto the spirits 
 of the damned in their hell holes, untill it secretly 
 shamed me to stand before them so idle an fellow 
 yet daintily dressed in white linen, clean shaven 
 and well fed. So, when mess call was sounded I 
 mighty glad for one to come away and break fast 
 with the officers at their mess table. 
 *|j Our converse at table falling on these same 
 young sailor lads what left the fair halls of Academe 
 to bury them alive in the coal black belly of a 
 ship, and Master Lynch bestowing upon them and 
 theyr ilk all manner of praise, Colonell Dick doth 
 toss his black locks scornfullike and proclaimeth 
 that there be two men serving with his regiment in 
 the guise of common souldiers here aboard this ship, 
 what be not only college bred gentlemen but blood 
 cozens to the High Commander-in-chief of all our 
 Armies and Navies, President McKinley. Hearing 
 this I did sally forth upon the deck and jostling 
 my way through the souldiers crowding hungry like 
 about the ship s galley, I come upon young Philips, 
 son of the whilom clerk to our High Civil Service 
 Board, J and did ask him how about this tale that 
 the nephews of our President be serving in the 
 ranks of his regiment. He, very civil, doth lead 
 me to where some boxes be stored behind one of 
 the after guns, and there calling aloud to two rude 
 clowns perched high upon a box eating their gruel 
 from out one wretched tin cup, doth present each 
 in turn to me as Gig Barber and Jim McKinley 
 blood cozens to one another and both having 
 Major William McKinley for Uncle. Whereat 
 secretly I marvelled greatly, and did conceive a 
 better liking for the Chief of our Nation and his 
 
 kinsfolk, 
 
 J Lee Philips, secretary of New York Civil Service 
 Commission. 
 
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 kinsfolk, but outwardly gave no sign of wonder 
 ment but laughed and jested merrily with the two 
 souldier lads until Sprague passing by our way must 
 needs make a counterfeit presentment of us there 
 leaning agaynst the shining barrel of the after gun 
 pointed out to seaward. 
 
 ^f To-night the lookout in the crow s nest did 
 show to me a small island shore in the offing, and 
 told me how this be the true place where the great 
 navigator Sir Cristopher Columbus first set foot on 
 the Newe World. || 
 
 July p. This morning we lay to off some high 
 hills, with green slopes coming even to the water s 
 edge, that some say be Altares and others again 
 Aguadores where British sailormen did make their 
 first assault upon Santiago an hundred years ago 
 and more, but found it to be a mean noisome 
 hamlet known here-to-lands by the name of Sibo- 
 ney. In the offing lay our fleet with brave canon- 
 ading to and fro between them and Castle Morro, 
 such being the name meseemeth of all Spanish 
 strongholds strutting out into sea. Then Captain 
 Sigsbee he hath me up to the bridge, and doth 
 enquire of me whether I still so eager the first to 
 land and on my telling him yea doth order a boat 
 to be made ready for me at once. The quarter 
 master, him that I drunk grogge with yestereen, 
 runs to fetch for the captain some gazettes and 
 epistles to Mr. Roosevelt he did constrain me to 
 carry with me much against my will, and Lieuten 
 ant Kane * he giveth me a kind letter to his 
 
 brother 
 
 This picture was later reproduced in the pages of 
 Collier s Weekly, with the erroneous caption, "Three 
 War Correspondents." || Watling s Island. 
 
 * Nicholson Kane, ex-commodore of New York Yacht 
 Club, then serving as flag lieutenant aboard the United 
 States steamship St. Paul. 
 
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 brother Woodbury,f serving with Wood and 
 Roosevelt s Rough Riders. So I into the gig, 
 after a last farewell to all I knew on board, and 
 with a yo-ho and a long pull the sailor lads pulled 
 for the shore with the dinne of cannonading grow 
 ing ever louder in our ears. Fore we could lay 
 to at an old rotten wharf, where all our army was 
 landed, not counting those what first went ashore 
 further up the coast called Daiquiri, an officer on 
 shore bids us wait until some wounded troopers be 
 laid away in the spittle ship s J small boats and a 
 horrider sight I never did see than these poor 
 spoiled men, swaddled in their bloody bandages, 
 one poor wretch with half of his countenance shot 
 away and another pierced clean through the belly, 
 yet, poor wretches, smiling kindly at me and bid 
 me beware how I go unattended to the front of 
 the fighting, whereat I answered showing them my 
 dag in its holster hanging from my belt. Anon 
 cometh Sylvester Scovel* down to the water s edge, 
 eager for to ship his despatches with some outgoing 
 ship, and knowing one another from the days we 
 met in Key West before the war outbroke, he 
 showeth me sundry foul huts up the hill where Ned 
 Marshal lay nursing his wound since he was 
 struck down in the first charge at the fight in the 
 Guasimas trees. In pity I did clamber up a 
 narrow mule path leading thereto, but found not 
 Ned Marshall, howsoever a goodly company of 
 
 other 
 
 \ Woodbury Kane, captain of K Troop, First Volun 
 teer Cavalry. Well-known amateur yachtsman. 
 
 J Hospital ship Resolute. 
 
 *War correspondent for New York World who 
 achieved a succes de scandal by his personal encounter 
 with General Shafter. 
 
 Edward Marshall, war correspondent for the New 
 York Journal. 
 
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Pepys s Gbost 
 
 other gazeteers, lying like unto swine in their sties, 
 and will surely all die from the yellow fever un 
 less haste be made to fire the foul fever stenched 
 huts as hath been decreed by the army surgeons. || 
 Eftsoons am I joined by one Master Herndon, 
 the artist stone chiseller what came along on our 
 ship as a stowaway and then was let off from all 
 punishment thanks to his grandsire s good name, 
 and he doth entreat me to take him with me to 
 Colonell Roosevelt his headquarters confessing 
 privily to me how all he hath done be to that one 
 end so he may carve a graven image of Theodore 
 Roosevelt from the clay of the very battlefield 
 where his laurels were won. Truly this be a 
 madcap venture, but since he plead with me so 
 earnestly, I did make a good face to it, and so- 
 we two set out along the wagon trail guided on 
 our way by the rattle of musquets and canonnad- 
 ing in the hills beyond us. A blackamoor mule 
 teer driving his team o four furiously up behind 
 us, we did parley with him for to give us a ride, 
 and on promise of some dried tobacco plant, he 
 gladly took us up, and so rode on our way 
 perched high on his loadful of boxes with mus- 
 quet bullets for our men enfilading the Spaniard 
 in his trenches. Soon we came out in a clearing 
 and there beheld some poor headboards stuck up 
 for crosses to mark the spot where the first of the 
 Rough Riders fell, and alighting did find all the 
 ground underfoot strewn with the Spaniards their 
 bullets and the trees roundabout grievously frayed 
 from the fierce fight. In sooth, where I stood 
 nigh to the spot in which poor Ham Fish was 
 shot to death, twas plain to be seen that the 
 Spaniard 
 
 1 1 The decree was carried into effect two days later, 
 when all the huts were burned and a yellow fever hospi 
 tal established further up in the hills. 
 
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 Spaniard had held the vantage of ground and had 
 not been dislodged from his hiding place but for 
 the mad onslaught of our men caught in such hell 
 ish death trap. 
 
 ^] The noise of battelle nigh bursting mine ears 
 we did once more clamber to ye wagon perch and 
 laid the lash on the mules their backs for to make 
 them run their utmost, lest we fall a prey to sharp 
 shooters hidden in the tops of trees on the high 
 hillside and so came clattering up to General 
 Shafter his headquarters, in the heart of the woods. 
 But the blackamoor did grumble and cry out 
 agaynst the orders of them in power what made 
 him go sans even a pistolet wherewith to defend 
 his life, he and his ilk not being ranked as soul- 
 diers albeit receaving nearly the same pay. So 
 came we to General Shafter his headquarters, 
 hidden in the woods a league s length from the 
 field of battelle, and there found the General nurs 
 ing his gouty leg on a tree stump attended by 
 Colonell Jack Astor in under drawers, his soyled 
 breeches hanging from a bush to dry in the sun. 
 Master Herndon, he would scarce beleave this to 
 be indeed the commanding General s pavillion, no 
 flag or standard marking the spot, and not a guard 
 even to stand sentinelle, but I knowing Jack 
 Astor well by sight did approach him, and gave 
 into his hand the letter I bore from General 
 Alger, chief of the War Office, commending me 
 to the courtesy of all officers and souldiers afield. 
 Gen l Shafter then did bid me welcome but ex 
 cused him from further wordes saying how the 
 fight was on and bid me make haste to the front 
 if perchance I be bent to get into the thick of it. 
 Then Master Herndon he did accost the General 
 issimo telling him of his sires that fought in the 
 army and other such like talke till issuing thence 
 
 I heard 
 
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P epy s s G bo s t 
 
 I heard a voice from the thicket calling me by 
 name and turning thither came upon the tent of 
 Malcolm MacDowell,f the Scotch war writer, 
 squatting there in the high grass with his friend 
 Harris,f what sailed with the Rough Riders but 
 now lay sick unto death with swamp ague, raving 
 in his fever of his part in the fight amongst the 
 Guasima trees. With them was a Cubano bond 
 servant, a swart evil looking churl, yet well dispo- 
 sitioned, who did pour us out a cup of their rank 
 country brandy, what they call aguardiente the 
 English whereof is burning water. Thus cheered 
 on our errand we came away from hence, guided 
 on our way by the ever louder roaring noise of 
 cannonading and musquetry, in front, and by sundry 
 wounded men and stragglers seeking the rear. 
 ^| Coming to a ford with deep water, which one 
 trooper did call by the name of bloody bend, I 
 marvelled to see such wealth of good raiment and 
 weapons strewn round about, a blanket here and 
 there a haversack or sidearm enough to stack an 
 arsenai. Whilst we still stood in debate how to 
 ford the stream whether to swim it or wade all 
 cloathed and shod, there cometh the sound of near- 
 bye musquetry and from overhead fall leaves and 
 branches cleft in twain by leaden balls striking 
 through the thick leafage. We had scarce swum 
 the ford when lo there cometh down the road a 
 souldier with blood streaming down his counte 
 nance from a gaping gash in his pate where he 
 had been struck on the head by a canister from 
 a grenade standing by the long cannon of the 
 Rough Riders the which, he said, was most bravely 
 handled by Lieutenant Borrowe, the self same 
 gentleman methinks who was challenged to mor 
 tal combat by Mr. Drayton what time he found 
 
 him 
 ) War correspondents for the Chicago Record. 
 
 [10,] 
 
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 him in his lady s bed chamber in France. The 
 souldier, quotha Every time Borrowe shot of his long 
 gun at the hillside where the Spanish gunners did work 
 their field pieces, we could see mud, blood and corrup 
 tion flying up from their trenches. I was so tickled to 
 watch em that I just stood by, as one spell bound, till 
 a piece of lead came flying along and knocked me head 
 over heels. 
 
 ^f Anon I see riding down from the firing line a 
 fair haired man on a good roan horse who coming 
 nigh unto us, did prove to be Master Armstrong, 
 him that I did sit with cheek by jowl what time 
 we did both write our screeds at the sign of the 
 Sun, and shewed such delight to behold me that 
 haste as he must to forward his despatches, he 
 nathless drew rein and dismounting did shake me 
 heartily by the hand and so bid me God speed, 
 with word how to reach Colonell Roosevelt s 
 righting troopers and then to horse again and 
 spurred his steed to run his utmost. We pressing 
 onward incontinently came upon a field spittal, with 
 sick men stretched side by side in the grass, bleed 
 ing and horrid wounded, and one poor yellow fe 
 vered wretch belching forth the black vomit that 
 betokeneth certain death, but tarried not, till we 
 were in the midst of our souldiery, every musque- 
 tier discharging each his piece as if bent upon 
 outshooting the foe, whom none could see, the 
 Spanish arquebuses making no gray smoke, nor 
 could we find our goal in the turmoil, till a cou 
 rier riding by did direct us to follow along the 
 earthworks ever more to the right and so find the 
 dismounted troopers fighting with their carbines 
 at the furthest end of the line. Eftsoons the 
 turmoil of bataille cometh to a lull, a white flag 
 
 rising 
 
 H. E. Armstrong, war correspondent for the New 
 York Sun. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 rising over the Spanish generalissimo his pavillion, 
 and whence we stood I could plainly see a small 
 white flag on a high staff borne by one of their 
 officers on horseback fluttering its way towards 
 our lines, for them to parley for a let or truce in 
 our onslaught. Whilst they parleyed we made 
 our way to the Rough Riders their lines. There 
 found I Colonell Roosevelt and his men pitching 
 their tents on the very hill side they had wrested 
 from the Spaniard, the place bearing the name of 
 St. John. 
 
 ^[ Ha, quotha Colonell Roosevelt gritting his teeth. 
 Thou here. What can I do for tbee? Then did I 
 tell him how I was still bent on following his 
 standard, whereat he did show his teeth and laugh. 
 ^| / need men saith he and shall be only too glad to 
 take tbee in. Thou beest the right sort o y fellow, and 
 asketh me what guidon bearer I would fain follow. 
 H Of your men, quoth I, those best known to me one 
 and all follow after Mr. Kane || and his guidon and so 
 would I too whereon Colonell Roosevelt did call 
 loudly through the open flap of his pavillion 
 for Captain Kane, Captain Kane, and thereby 
 learned I to my secret wonder and content 
 ment that Woody Kane now be raised one step 
 to a captaincy, my letters to him all reading 
 to Lieutenant Kane. He having come up, Colo 
 nell Roosevelt presenteth me to him as one gen 
 tleman to another, and suffereth me tell him my 
 own heart s desire, whereat the Capt. grips me heart 
 ily by the hand and biddeth me sup and bide the 
 night with him in his own tent. There were we 
 joined by a swart little officer, Senor Luna * by 
 
 name 
 
 || Woodbury Kane, well-known yachtsman and gen 
 tleman rider, he serving as captain of K Troop, First 
 Volunteer Cavalry. 
 
 * Maximiliano Luna, captain. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 name and supped right merrily by candlelight, a 
 grim visaged Rough Rider bringing us our food on 
 green leaves of weeds but no better fare an some 
 sailors hard tack and three bits of raw bacon 
 what the souldiers call sow belly. Supper over, 
 it lasting but some moments, Capt. Kane he calls 
 up Lieutenants Tiffany and Ferguson to-day pro 
 moted to officers for bravery, but their commis 
 sions not come yet, and biddeth them take charge 
 of me as a new trooper, the which they did pleas 
 antly and with exceeding courtesy treating me in 
 all things as a gentleman whereat I marvelled 
 greatly in mine innermost heart, but glad that it 
 was so. Lieut. Ferguson, whom they say is a 
 Scottish cozen to Colonell Roosevelt did turn over 
 to me his carabine and bullet belt and I in turn 
 gave him my dag all loaded and primed, he having 
 the guard that night and so went into the trenches 
 to take our post. 
 
 ^J Twas indeed a prettie sight to stand in the gun 
 pits with a primed carabine between the hands and 
 so gaze over to the Spaniard his lines and over 
 them down into the strong town of Santiago, with 
 houses paynted in dyverse colours, blue, pink and 
 yellow, here and there a light flicking in the 
 empty streets. My pleasance lasted not overlong, 
 rain soon pouring down a-filling the rifle pits with 
 water nearly knee high and thus I stood drenched 
 to the skin in the dark but was relieved at last and 
 summoned to the captain s pavillion. There lay 
 long, under a horrid gust of rain fall, wetter than 
 ever I knew before nor God willing shall agayn 
 behold, water flowing over and through us every 
 where, till all were drenched like water rats. 
 ^| In the middle of the night, when the storm was 
 roaring incontinently, of a sudden there be heard 
 shots from the front, then more shots and ex 
 change 
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 change of musquetry all along our lines, whereon 
 Capt. Kane, he arouseth him with an murderous 
 oath and buckles to him his sword and so strideth 
 out into the black rain fall and I after him with 
 my carabine ready in mine hands to shoot. So 
 reached the advance line and there took my post 
 in the water, with shots into the dark now and 
 anon till the morrow came and were called off by 
 a bugle, the Spaniard his white flag still flying and 
 all a horrid mistake wherefrom three dead in our 
 lines and many more wounded. 
 
 July roth. This morning took mine oath as a 
 souldier and was mustered into the ranks for one 
 of Colonell Roosevelt s troopers. Capt. Kane 
 he asketh me whether I would still withdraw 
 afore mine taking of the oath, but on my telling 
 him nay, gripped me once more by the hand and 
 then bid me go forth to forage for a blanket, 
 shoen and all else I might need. Master Herndon 
 he did depart in haste to-day, driving away in a 
 wagon with the surgeon s mate f and a big trooper, 
 Cook by name, an Englishman they say, who did 
 loose his commission as one of the Queen her 
 officers for raiding into the South Afric land of the 
 Holland Burghers at Sir Cecil Rhodes behest. J 
 
 July nth. More parleys and palavers, some 
 saying how the Archbishop of Santiago would 
 issue forth at the head of all his clergy and holy 
 sisters, the which made our troopers what had 
 seen no pettie coat in many a day strayn their 
 eyes incontinently for to behold the nuns but no 
 avayl. Some shots sounding this way and that 
 but none knew whether it be that the Spaniards 
 did fire them or mayhap the Illinoy volunteers 
 even this day come up to the front. Jufy 
 
 (Assistant Surgeon Dr. Donaldson, ill with yellow 
 fever. 
 
 J Reference to the Jamieson rzi&Jiasco in 1897. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 July 1 2th. Tis settled we are to have more 
 truce and lasting armistice ; old Gen l Wheeler 
 parleying with the Spanish Generalissimo the best 
 part of this day. Yet some say how Gen l 
 Miles, our chief captain be landed in Cuba to 
 come forward and take all settlements from the 
 hands of Gen l Shafter. 
 
 July ijtb. This day sundry poor women and 
 their babes came draggling into our lines, sick to 
 death with fever and hunger. One I saw stretched 
 prone on the grass to weak to lift her head, and 
 was in pittie moved to give her all of my ration 
 for sustenance. 
 
 July ijtb. We lying in the trenches all day, 
 heartsick and weary of this armistice, Craig 
 Wardsworth, commanding the guard, doth stretch 
 him out to rest. Eftsoons, the whilst I be clean 
 ing the gun locke of my carabine-arquebuse, 
 Colonell Roosevelt cometh striding along the length 
 of our trench, and with him his friend Doctor 
 Wood, 1 1 our erstwhile colonell but now charged 
 with command of all our brigade. Mr. Roosevelt 
 he presenteth me to Mr. Wood, who doth take 
 me kindly by the hand with all manner of ques 
 tions on mine eye sight, I wearing a binockle 
 this day, and if my stomach take aught of con 
 tentment in this our daily fare of sailors hard 
 tack and rashers of bacon. To this I gave what 
 civill answer I could, the meanwhile thrusting 
 some dry clods of earth at Master Craig, to arouse 
 him where he lay concealed in the bushes. Anon 
 the Colonell doth espy him, aroused and rubbing 
 his eyen, and doth forthwith accost him in a loud 
 voice with enquiry what he be doing there, but 
 Craig 
 
 Noted steeple-chase rider and polo player. 
 || General Leonard Wood, subsequently appointed 
 military governor of Santiago de Cuba. 
 [,06] 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 Craig did turn away aught of wrath, with civill 
 reply how he had but been resting in the shade, 
 and so all were content, Craig Wadsworth 
 fearthsome for a while lest he loose all chance for 
 promotion. At even tide cometh the sound of 
 many cheers and incontinent noyse amongst the 
 men, and we being relieved from our guard in the 
 trenches did hasten thitherward and so arrived 
 there within good time to behold generalissimo 
 Miles riding the length of the lines, with officers 
 and troopers clattering after for his escort. 
 
 July i6th. This day it be prophesied by all 
 how a lasting armistice be surely brewing, but we 
 kept none the less at guard in the earthworks. 
 By noon of the day, we having come off guard, I 
 and all others but those out of sight in theyr car 
 bine pits did behold the sorriest sight that ever I 
 did see. All ye poor wommen, old grand sires and 
 little babes that had fled the city of Santiago what 
 time we threatened to assail the stronghold now 
 forsooth came wandering back over the same road, 
 eager to find once more theyr homesteads, having 
 encountered naught but misery, hunger and yellow 
 jack fever the whilst they lay in the fields about 
 Caney awakening the end of all. There were 
 mothers with littil babes suckling at theyr empty 
 breasts, tottering old cronies and Spanish gentle 
 folk of haughty mien clad in rags and foot-sore 
 with here and there a stately coach of the might 
 iest of the land blundering through the thick 
 throng. For a small bite of rough sailors hard 
 tack held on high all these poor folk would 
 scramble hither and thither falling over one an 
 other in their pityful plight, and many a proud 
 morena glad to yield her honesty by the road side for 
 fair promises of a meal from a trooper s haversack, 
 t this sorry company was thronging the 
 
 highway 
 
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P epy s s Ghost 
 
 highway to Santiago, encumbring our lines from 
 the rear and stryving to enter the Spanish defences 
 over a cunning spiked wire entanglement where 
 was to be our pitfall should our bugles blow to the 
 assault, our High Commissioners on either side 
 were deep in parley under the self same high saiba 
 tree how now to deal with these poor famished 
 folk that would not be denied. So in the end, the 
 Spaniards, since the loss of theyr fleet having given 
 up all hope of succour from without, did grudg 
 ingly promise to yield themselves on the morrow, 
 and by this theyr action cleared the way for the 
 refugees to enter the city. All that day and late 
 into the night did these poor folk stagger on their 
 way through our lines, some falling in theyr 
 tracks and giving up the ghost by the way side, fit 
 to make our hearts burst asunder. 
 
 July ijth. This morn, at sun rise, Capt. Kane 
 espying me where I sate in the wet grass feasting 
 mine eyes on the fair sight of all this valley and 
 hills clustered with king palms and high cocoanut- 
 trees, bids me arise and take the guard where the 
 road from Caney maketh a cut through our earth 
 works with a sharp turn into the valley beyond sun 
 dering our firing line from the fore front of the foe. 
 ^| Tis the last stand, quoth Captain Kane, of the 
 refugee women fore they enter the Spaniard his lines, 
 and thou must needs keep strict vigil over all that 
 enter lest some mishap befall. Bid a halt to all able- 
 bodied men be they souldiers or otherwise and disarm 
 them that bear aught of arms. So speaking, he 
 went his way whilst I taking up my arms and 
 accoutrements betook myself to the mess tent and 
 there filled mine haversack with all hard tack and 
 eatables mine hands could lay on, knowing full 
 well how every crumb were needful to still the 
 mouths of them trudging theyr way homeward. 
 
 In 
 [,o8] 
 
OF 
 
 In sooth scarce had I taken my stand under a 
 great mango tree but starved women and children 
 clustered about me, lifting up theyr hands in 
 prayer for food, so that giving but the smallest 
 morsel to each yet my store lasted not even a bare 
 half hour and was shamed in the end by behold 
 ing two fair senoritas grovelling at my feet to 
 scratch up the crumbs that fell from my haver 
 sack. So was I sore distressed, and sad in my 
 heart at such pityful misery of the warres, the 
 sick and dying thrusting themselves upon the 
 ground in the midst of the road, nor would stir 
 even to the shade of the roadside despite my stern 
 commands or fair entreaties. Anon cometh a sleek 
 well caparisoned youth astride a noble courser, with 
 ivory handled dag in his belt and sword hanging 
 by his side. 
 
 Tf Him did I disarm, even to his poke pistolet and 
 poignard and when he would fain make outcry 
 bid him harshly dismount and he doing so with 
 exceeding ill grace, I did lift into his saddle a 
 poore old man standing by and his grandchild in 
 arms, whereat the Cubano gentleman maketh a 
 damned black face. 
 
 ^[ Anon cometh the Cubanos theyr generalissimo 
 Calixtus Garcia escorted by his staff of merry 
 gentlemen and could scarce beleave theyr eares 
 when I bade them halt, and did acquaint them 
 with my order to let no armed men pass unchal 
 lenged. The Generalissimo his aide-de-camp mak 
 ing high remonstrance in the French tongue, I 
 was in the end coaxed to let a souldier bear his 
 entreaties to our headquarters but eftsoons the 
 trooper returneth with an ill writ screed the which 
 bore plain orders signed by the Generalissimo of 
 our own forces forbidding all and any Cubano 
 officers from entry into the fallen citye. Thereat 
 
 the 
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 the Cubano generalissimo waxed exceeding wroth 
 and fell to cursing in the Iberian tongue, the 
 young hot bloods amongst them fingering their 
 machetes which is the Castilian for claymore, 
 but I stood stock still with my derringer full 
 loaded and primed till the Generalissimo himself 
 putteth an end to our parley, of a suddain wheel 
 ing his horse about and riding off a-galopp thither 
 whence he had come his gentlemen following 
 after him hot spur. By this time was the ground 
 all around me strewn with forlorn and ayling 
 refugee folk, and I at a losse how to deal with 
 them, and so feigning high anger the better to veil 
 mine exceeding pitye for them, bade them all 
 begone and so cleared the way for more to come. 
 More heart wrenching sights did I never before 
 behold, nor ever will agayn if God but suffer me 
 to depart from this accursed soyl. One small lad 
 there was, nigh of the age of mine own boy at 
 home, what was left lonely and forlorn in the 
 midst of the throng, who on my enquiries in the 
 Castilian tongue, did reveal to me midst sobbes and 
 teares how he be indeed an orphaned child, his 
 Cubano father shot to death in the warres and his 
 mother now fallen prey to yellow fever and yes- 
 tereen died of it. Him could I no wise shake off, 
 the lad clinging to me for alle my sterne wordes 
 and grim visage and so sent him privily to my 
 tent mate with a secret message from me to give 
 the lad food and drink and treat him kindly for 
 mine own sake, as much as might be in his power 
 which God knows be scant enough. 
 *[j The sunne having risen nigh unto high noon, 
 and very hot, I did fall to counting my stock of 
 looted arms heaped up by the roadside, knowing 
 how the time be ripe for the new guard to releave 
 me. Whilst still fingering one and another of the 
 
 passing 
 
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P epys s Gbost 
 
 passing strange weapons fallen to my lot, I did 
 espy a horseman spurring down the road, on a 
 nimble nag, and so ran out into the highway pist- 
 olet in hand lest he dash me bye unawares and so 
 brought him to a halt at the very point of mine 
 arquebuse. Then lo and behold I found him to 
 be mine old friend Master Armstrong * and he 
 did blaze forth in wrath when I bid him surrender 
 his dag to me, but found to his sorrow there was 
 no help to it, though God knoweth twas a bitter 
 hour when I must put such shame on mine own 
 friend, albeit I did promise him how he should 
 have his pistolet returned to him if perchance he 
 agayne ride my way, and forebore to search him for 
 other armes, nor feigned to see the pistol holster 
 behind his back. Master Armstrong, putting a 
 sweet face on a sour duty doth tell me how he 
 hath it straight from the Sign of the Sunne, 
 whomfore he writheth his despatches, how the 
 Spaniard will yield him and all his forces to us 
 this very noon, and so explaineth his haste to spur 
 away to behold the surrender. 
 ^fSo he rideth his way, leaving his pistolet in 
 mine hands, and I beholding the newe officer of the 
 guard come to releave me do run to meet him 
 half way, and briefly giving him countersign and 
 pass word, and what were the orders of the day. 
 So set off hot foot to find mine appointed place in 
 the ranks on the very top of our hill, what we 
 stormed from the Spaniards, thence to behold the 
 Castille ensign over theyr stronghold below us 
 give way to our own flag. Thereat arose a 
 mighty cheer and hallooing from our men, nath- 
 less Colonell Roosevelt had earnestly ordered us 
 to keep silence, yet we made so loud a noyse he 
 was perforce dragged into it himself, wayving his 
 
 battered 
 
 * See previous note concerning this war correspondent. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 battered bonnet aloft even like unto the rest of us, 
 and thus did I come to loose mine only smokyng 
 pipe which I carried stuck into mine hat brim, in 
 sooth an irreparable loss to me. 
 
 July i8tk. Up betimes, an order having gone 
 forth from Gen l Wood, our old time Colonell, to 
 march high up into the hills, there to be the safer 
 from all fevers, and temptings of loot in the con 
 quered town now lying open before us. So amidst 
 many sore grumblings from the men, we did 
 march our long way back along the trail trodden 
 but erstwhile. So made our weary way through 
 El Caney and close under the hill of Saint 
 Michael, where Capt. Capron, his gunners, made 
 theyr last stand untill the hour of theyr gallant 
 captain his death, him what was the father of our 
 own brave captain Capron what fell righting at 
 the fore front of our troopers in the batelle under 
 the Guasimas trees. Here did we halt at last and 
 pitch our camp, Lieutenant Tiffany shewing me 
 how to drive home my tent pegs and pull all taught 
 and tight. 
 
 Lord s Day. This morning we all lined up for 
 to shew whether our swordes and arquebuses be 
 not rusted nor bended out of theyr right shape, 
 Colonell Roosevelt cocking his binockled eye into 
 the muzzle of even the smallest pistolet and did 
 think he would knock all breath from my bodye 
 what time he thrust my accoutrements back into 
 mine arms roughly and agaynst my chest. Whilst 
 I be still fetching for breath, Colonell Roosevelt 
 he beholdeth my new found troopers togs and 
 doth warm the cockles of mine heart by his open 
 praise for my rough readiness. When all was 
 over and we returned to our quarters Mr. Brown, f 
 
 the 
 
 -j-The Rev. Dr. Brown, regimental chaplain to First 
 Volunteer Cavalry. 
 
 [i, a] 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 the parson, holdeth a service on the hill side 
 where the Spaniard his big guns made theyr stand, 
 and there did make a long prayer for them of us 
 what had been shot and others that lay buried on 
 the field of battalle, saying how no good troopers 
 could wish a better death. Amen, amen said each 
 of the Rough Riders, even them amongst us that 
 believe neither in the Lord his Heaven above nor 
 the Devil s own Hell below. After service be 
 over, Colonell Roosevelt espying me biddeth me 
 to his own pavillion and there tells me how he 
 would fain sen T d me to the headquarters of Joe 
 Wheeler, our foremost generalissimo, him having 
 sore need of the services of a gentleman on his 
 staff what could ayd him in the writying of his 
 report to the Government and a book he hath in 
 mind thereon. J 
 
 TfSo Mr. Roosevelt having give me leave to de 
 part from our own regiment for the nonce, I did 
 report incontinently at our General Headquarters, 
 and there found the generalissimo bending sore 
 troubled over the bedside of his own son sick unto 
 death from fever-ague. Eftsoon, he being sum 
 moned from his tent to parley with the King of 
 Spain his Commissioners, our old general with a 
 shake in his voice doth entreat me to watch 
 well over his son, the which I did, sitting all 
 day at the dying man s bedside, thrusting a green 
 palm leaf hither and thither over his blenched 
 face the better to ward off all mettlesome gnats 
 and tarrantules. 
 
 ^f Twas late of the night that the generalissimo 
 did return and rejoiceth greatly to find his lad 
 breathing better and asleep. So bid me sup with 
 him and the other gentlemen of his staff, but I 
 
 would 
 
 J History of Spanish War, later issued by Wolfe & 
 Lamson, of Boston. 
 
 ["3] 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 would not have it and so supped apart with Mr. 
 Leonhardus Wilson, his privy clerk. 
 
 Monday. Up betimes and hearing the sentry 
 call halt upon the road, hastily hied me thither 
 and there found the generalissimo s own daughter, 
 on an army horse and riding a trooper s saddle as 
 it were her own, and so conducted her through 
 the high grass to our headquarters pavillion. 
 Twas in sooth a moving sight to behold the girl 
 fling herself over her sick brother to nurse and pet 
 him in such comely manner as be known to 
 woman only. Her father, knowing naught of 
 his daughter her bold venture into Cuba would 
 fain chide her for her madcap prank but she made 
 short shrift of all remonstrance telling him how 
 she had risked all on hearing a common report of 
 her father his sore illness on the first day of bat- 
 telle what time he did refuse to be colly-moddled in 
 any field spittal, but led on our troops, cheering to 
 victory though ayling privily, nigh unto death. So 
 did this brave and fair mayd spend all day long with 
 us, till dusk falling her father bid her depart from 
 the camp, nor would give ear to her hot entreaties 
 to spend the night at her brother s bedside. So 
 had a horse made ready for her, and giving her a 
 lift in her saddle, I did mount another by her side, 
 and so put spurs to our horses and rode from 
 camp out into the night, General Wheeler shout 
 ing after me to give good heed to his daughter. 
 TfVerily twas a sweet ride through the forests and 
 fields, over the old Caney road, the moon shining 
 brightly over our heads and much prettie prattle 
 from the girl, till in the end she doth ask me to 
 sing her a true souldier s song. So sang aloud 
 mine own song. Black 
 
 Leonard Wilson, private secretary to General 
 Wheeler and author of his biography, subsequently pub 
 lished under the title Fighting Joe. 
 
 ["4] 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 Black was the night when the Spaniards blew our sailors up 
 
 And the cry arose Remember the Maine ; 
 Then came a call for men to do the dagoes up, 
 
 So we left the ranch and went to war with Spain. 
 
 Rough Riders were we from the West, 
 
 Green Tenderfeet the rest, 
 
 Of mounted men the best ; 
 Rallied to the flag at Roosevelt s behest 
 
 To carve our way to glorye. 
 
 Our dozen troops were mustered in at San Anton, 
 
 In many ways we shone, 
 
 By virtue not alone; 
 As Teddy* s Terrors some of us were known 
 
 Riding for a fall to glorye. 
 
 When the bugle blew we gaily put to sea, 
 
 Oh, what a ship was she! 
 
 As foul as foul could be; 
 Rotten was the beef and sick as dogs were we 
 
 Sailing on our way to Cuba. 
 
 Our flag in Cuba was the first to fly, 
 Onward was the cry, 
 No time to say goodbye; 
 First were we to fight, and first of all to die, 
 First to carve our way to glorye. 
 
 When the Spanish shells and shrapnel burst, 
 
 Our losses were the worst, 
 
 The chaplain even cursed ; 
 Charge! cried Teddy Roosevelt, and charged the first, 
 
 To carve our way to glorye. 
 
 Entrenched before Santiago long we lay, 
 
 Drenched by night and day, 
 
 Sore at the delay. 
 In our rear the yellow fever raged at Siboney 
 
 To cheat us out of glorye. 
 
 At last no single Spaniard was left to run, 
 
 Our duty it was done, 
 
 The Cuban war was won ; 
 Dead and living, every single one 
 
 Had carved his way to glorye. 
 
 Thus 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 *ft Thus passed the time in pleasaunce, and light 
 talke on our long ride thro the night, but nath- 
 less I did breathe more easy to reach the gates of 
 Santiago town, where was to be seen a most hor 
 rid entanglement of spiked wires and pit-falls dug 
 crosswise in the streets for to stay our promised 
 assault uponne ye towne. There, giving pass 
 word and countersign we did safely enter into the 
 coal black citye and riding straight to Mistress 
 Clara Barton her spittal house I did deliver the 
 girl unto her with a prettye nod and handshake 
 from her in lieu of parting, and promises withal to 
 serve for her escort on the morrow. 
 
 July twenty-third. Up betimes in the upper 
 hall of the Governeur-General s palace, where our 
 Gen l Wood holdeth sway now and gave his 
 equerry, the Scotsman what served as a cornet 
 in our command, || a pouch of tobacky from our 
 Virginias for his pains anent my horses, and so 
 sallied forth to the Sign of our Ladye Venus * and 
 there took a goodly morning draught of Spanish 
 Xeres wine the first that ever my lippes have 
 tasted since I be entered into this warre. 
 ^| Thence up and down the narrow alleys and by 
 ways till I came to the portal of Mistress Barton s 
 spittal and there whacked merrily upon the oaken 
 door with a brace of brazen knockers until a side 
 door of a suddain opening Mistress Wheeler trips 
 forth and so roamed round and about through the 
 strange town, she making sundry and dyvers pict 
 ures till in the end, forsooth she must have it to 
 make a counterfeit presentment of mine own self 
 sending forth despatches through the Lion s mouth 
 
 that 
 
 1 1 Sergeant Burns, of Troop A of the Rough Riders. 
 * The famous Cafe Venus, on the Plaza des Armas, 
 in Santiago de Cuba. 
 
 [,,6] 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 that serveth for a mail box f for Spanish packets. 
 So returned to the spittal house on the way thither 
 lingering over a monstrous big cleft riven in the 
 market place by one of Commodore Schley s can 
 non balls and likewise to cast a glance into the 
 bull ring, where the Spanish and Cubano people 
 were wont to do theyr bull baiting. 
 ^| Mistress Barton driving through the citye meet 
 ing us doth light and taketh Mistress Wheeler 
 away with her, and so I with much inward sorrow 
 do haste me back to the Palace and reporting my 
 self there to Gen l Wood, by reason of mine 
 overlong dalliance once more took horse and hot 
 spur out of the citye and upwards into the country 
 to our bivouac in the hills. So rode into camp 
 nigh midnight, and straight to the Generalissimo 
 his tent, he rysing from his couch to hear newes 
 of his daughter s safe housing in Santiago town, 
 nor never spake one word of reproof for mine 
 overlate return. 
 
 Tuesday. To the general his headquarters, at 
 bugle call, and there did help Gen l Wheeler with 
 his writyng of the story of the war as to his part 
 in it, but found his way of telling it highly dull 
 and dry with overmuch repeating of his sundry 
 reports to Gen l Shafter and the War Office and 
 so mighty releaved when the generalissimo hearing 
 how the new summer cloathes for our troopers be 
 landed in Santiago harbour bids me to horse with 
 an written order for to find and fetch the cloathes 
 to camp ; nor to forget to bring him an officer s 
 toggery for himself to wear, his old cloathes being 
 
 sadly 
 
 "j~ This photograph, taken by Miss Wheeler, was sub 
 sequently reproduced in the pages of Collier s Weekly 
 and Lieutenant King s History of the Spanish-American 
 War over the caption " An American War Correspond 
 ent in Santiago." 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 sadly soy led and tattered shameful to behold. 
 Thereat am I glad in mine heart, for God knows 
 how bitterly we do need these cloathes, most of 
 our troopers having naught to clothe them in but 
 their brown horse breeches and our shirtes, all 
 tattered and torn nor do our leaders go better 
 cloathed. So bestrode a new found Spanish cap 
 tain s horse that hath fallen to my lot, and rode 
 forth on mine errand, meeting sundry heavy guns 
 on the way theyr gunners strayning and stryving 
 to haul them over the hill sides all slippery with 
 mud. Entering into Santiago town, the whilst a 
 heavy rain be falling that wetted me to my very 
 skin, mine horse all a stumble over the slippery 
 cobble stones. Then did I ride about the city 
 hither and thither, searching every where for 
 Colonell Humphreys, the high chief quartermaster, 
 and at last found him in angry argument with 
 some foot captains in the citye play house, where 
 rough souldiers now lie aroost on the selfsame 
 boards where Adelina Patti, our most incompa 
 rable sweet singer was first heard to sing, her first 
 publick song in the days when Will Tweed * fled 
 hither with his ill gotten gains. Colonell Hum 
 phreys, so soon as he clapps eyes on my written 
 order doth bitterly laugh aloud, and bidding me 
 follow him leadeth me into an open yard back of 
 the British Councillor his house, where a heavy 
 ship grenade pierced a deep hole in the street, and 
 there pointed to many thousands of boxes all filled 
 high 
 
 * William E. Tweed, a New York chairmaker and 
 volunteer fireman, who became leader of Tammany Hall 
 and of the corrupt ring of politicians who ruled New 
 York in the years after the Civil War. After his trial 
 and conviction for theft he fled to Santiago de Cuba, and 
 thence to Spain, where he was once more apprehended 
 and returned to prison. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 high with army clothing of cheap yellow duck 
 cloth, and shewed me an hundred blackamoors or 
 more hard at work unloading more boxes from the 
 hold of a ship. Prithee bow wouldst carry all these 
 cloathes on the back of one small horse saith Colonell 
 Humphreys, or where wouldst borrow enough pack 
 mules to convey so large a load. Afay, my son, thou 
 must needs wait, and so must thy master for better 
 means be at hand to do Gen 1 1 Wheeler his bidding* 
 Then did I beseech him to yield unto me but one 
 coat and pair of breeches, for Gen l Wheeler his 
 privy use, lest,J ride back empty handed, but 
 could no wise prevayl upon him and so came 
 away highly wroth at such miscarriage of mine 
 errand. 
 
 ^[To the palace and there found one of our 
 troopers what goes by the name of San Antonio 
 standing by the bridle of Colonell Roosevelt his 
 horse with a baker s dozen of other horses 
 watched over by two of our tamed red men 
 from the Indian land brought hither with the 
 Colonell his staff. Within the doorway stands 
 Lieutenant Tiffany, who beholding me doth 
 straightway bid me dine with him at the sign 
 of Our Lady Venus across the way whereto I 
 gladly said him yea. In the privy council cham 
 ber stood Gen l Wood in deep converse with 
 Colonell Roosevelt, and so twas laid before them 
 how I was foyled of mine errand. 
 ^ "Twill never do quoth Mr. Roosevelt our men 
 must get some raiment on theyr backs and that soon. 
 And so after some wordes Gen l Wood sits him 
 down and writeth out an order how Gen l 
 Wheeler his newe clothes should be yielded to me 
 forthwith and the other jerkins to follow whereon 
 Colonell Roosevelt bids me make haste to deliver 
 the paper to Colonell Humphreys on the instant. 
 
 Take 
 
Pepys s Gbost 
 
 ^f Take horse and ride saith he, whereat I made 
 answer, how can I ride, without any horse, mine own 
 horse having been left at the blacksmith s for to 
 be shoed anew. 
 
 ^f Take one of our horses before the doorway ! saith 
 Mr. Roosevelt, and so I went forth, and finding 
 none left to watch the horses but a small Cubano 
 lad, I did mount upon the Colonell his own 
 courser, telling the boy as best I might in the 
 Spanish lingo that all was well. So put spur to 
 his flanks and guiding him straight down the steep 
 alley to the wharf, rode boldly into Colonell 
 Humphreys his quarters and shewing him my 
 warrant from the Governour General put forward 
 a stiff demand for Mr. Wheeler his cloathes and 
 soon obtayned what I wanted without further ado. 
 So slung my pack across the saddle pummel 
 and rode straight for the palace agayn, and had 
 nigh reached it, when Lieut. Tiffany of a suddain 
 falls into my bridle and demandeth hotly how the 
 devil I durst ride away on the Colonell his 
 charger, whom all are now seeking for lost. San 
 Antonio, likewise, shaketh his fist at me, and so 
 dismounted, and stepping before the Colonell, did 
 clearly state mine own case to him, how he had 
 bid me ride the horse himself, and duly receaved 
 his full pardon, he saying how it be plainly San 
 Antonio his fault, whereat the trooper cast me a 
 black look full of hate, but I made fain to heed 
 it not. So off with Lieut. Tiffany and Ser 
 geant Bull, of our regiment, for a merry meal at 
 the Lady Venus hostelry where eftsoons Capt. 
 Luna did join us, and made a welcome guest 
 in sooth knowing how to put forward our de 
 mands for more meat and drink in choice Cas- 
 tilian lingo. So feasted our best from a clean 
 linnen cloth and burnished plate and cutlery, till 
 
 the 
 
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Pepys s Ghost 
 
 the bugles sounding in the plaza, we to horse 
 again, after a sorry reckoning with the scoundrel 
 landlord, he demanding more than ever was his 
 just due. This done we in all haste after Colo- 
 nell Roosevelt his calvacade and so reached camp 
 nigh unto midnight. 
 
 Wednesday. Up at call of reveille and snatch 
 ing up my tin cup and turtle-back kit hied me to 
 the mess fire there to get a snack wherewith to 
 break fast. Here were gathered around the fire 
 all of our own troop amongst them San Antonio, 
 who at sight o me must needs revile me in harsh 
 and bitter wordes for a horse thief and marplot 
 coward. At such wordes I waxed wroth and 
 challenged him forth to fight me as best he might. 
 Thereon he leadeth the way from camp and I hot 
 foot after him with doubling up of my two fisti 
 cuffs for the fray when he bending low at his dog 
 tent fetches forth his carabine and loadeth the 
 piece full before mine very eyes. Quoth I 
 Wherefore dost need thine arquebuse ? 
 ^f Wherefore ? saith he, tis in sooth to shoot thee. 
 ^f Wouldst kill me unarmed? quoth I, fearing the 
 worst within mine heart, whereat he made answer, 
 Kill thee, my lad, troth tis mine intent to shoot thee 
 plumb full of holes. 
 
 ^f Such evil talk falling on mine ears I did make a 
 mighty leap forward to where my dag lay hidden 
 in his holster under my tent and drawing the 
 pistolet forth, turned myself nimbly about so as to 
 aim the dag s muzzle straight into his face. 
 ^j Hands up ! quoth I, or thou beest a dead man, 
 whereat he, beholding his unholy end nigh at hand 
 did blench and casting his arquebuse from him 
 lifted both his handes high to heavenward. 
 ^f Behold here stood San Antonio each of his 
 handes held high aloft, and I at a loss what now 
 
 to 
 
 cur] 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 to do, and so stood my ground holding my der 
 ringer straight before me. 
 
 ^| Next heard I Captain Kane his voice behind me 
 roaring aloud What dost mean, man ? Prithee how 
 comest to disturb all our peace with such flourish of 
 armes? Whom dost mean to bring low with thy 
 shooting iron ? 
 
 ^j To these mocking wordes I made no answer, 
 but surrendering mine armes to the Captain was 
 forthwith clapped under arrest, and a like lot be 
 fell mine enemy, and so were both marched off 
 before the loaded arquebuses of our comrades to 
 the mango tree beside our mess tent which now 
 did service for an open gaol. Then did my fantasy 
 harken back to that sweet song of our own 
 cavalier poet 
 
 Stone walls do not a prison make 
 Nor iron bars a cell. 
 
 ^j Thus lay we under the same tree, both together 
 drinking gulps out of mine own canteen, and 
 blewing smoke now one now t other from the 
 bowl of San Antonio s backy pipe, and so were 
 good friends agayn. Twas best in sooth to 
 stand one by t other, most of t other troopers 
 turning upon us with wrathful wordes, cursing us 
 aloud for the sore need of standing guard over 
 us all night, when they had rather sleep in theyr 
 pavilions, and so turned our backs on them for 
 this theyr selfish greed for naught but ease and 
 comfort. Anon cometh our Captain, passing the 
 guard, and telleth us privily how we shall surely 
 be hailed before a generall drum head court mar- 
 tiall much to his exceeding pains and sorrow. 
 ^f On the morrow, at bugle call, Colonell Roose 
 velt, hearing of our sad plight, biddeth us both be 
 fore him and asketh of each his storye. San 
 
 Antonio 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 Antonio, bidden to speak first, saith Holy Virgin 
 Mary what could I fain do since Mr. Pepys here had 
 ye droppe on me. Thereat both Colonel! and Cap 
 tain laughed aloud right heartily. 
 ^[Then quotha Colonell Roosevelt What say ye 
 to that, Mr. Pepys, whereat I made answer: 
 Troth I cannot gainsay it that I did bid Senor San 
 Antonio fight me, but so God help me, I meaned for to 
 fight him at close range, and he did misinterpret mine 
 intent to mean a fight at long range. 
 ^f Tis plain, saith Mr. Roosevelt to Mr. Kane 
 that these two cavaliers should be no longer in jeop 
 ardy. tc Twas naught but an inconsequent misunder 
 standing twixt two Rough Riders and so let us go 
 forth from him as free men, with orders to have 
 our armes given agayn to us. So went our way 
 blessing him for as wise and gentle a captain as 
 he be brave in the fray. Eftsoon I be called 
 to Capt. Kane his pavillion and he sayeth to me 
 privily, how in faith I could nowise have done 
 elsewise and therewith gives me back my der 
 ringer. Then thanking him kindly I marvelled 
 to observe how the derringer was all unloaded, 
 untill our cornet coming up to shake me by mine 
 hand did slip into it all my bullets what he had 
 privily unloaded hoping thereby to benefit me in 
 the eyes of our judges should our quarrel have 
 come to a head before a drum head court martiall. 
 Such is the silent friendship of good men in need, 
 nor shall I never forget his good turn done to me 
 in the hour of my distress. 
 
 Last day of the Month. Summoned to Gener 
 alissimo Wheeler his headquarters was there re 
 ceived once more in good favor, and did fully tell 
 his privy clerk Mr. Wilson how I came to be 
 held in jeopardy whereat he did break out in most 
 unseemly laughter at the plights that do befall 
 
 those 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 those that serve with Colonell Roosevelt his cav 
 aliers. So to my work on the Generall his chron 
 icles of the warre and wrote hard all forenoon. 
 ^f After mess call starteth up a great cry and rally 
 over an envenomed taruntule spider that did se 
 crete herself under the very couch of the general 
 issimo himself and there was nigh stepped upon 
 by him when he would fain recline his bodye for 
 his noon day rest, what our Cubano friends are 
 wont to call theyr Siesta in ye Spanish tongue. 
 On the generalissimo his hue and cry fell a great 
 running hither and thither some of us tearing his 
 pavillion asunder, whilst other worthy gentlemen 
 beat the ground in great diligence stryving to dis 
 cover where the horrid monster might lie in 
 hiding. In the end when all is over, and the tent 
 shifted to another fair spot so as to foyl the cun 
 ning taruntule, ariseth another cry of warning 
 from Mr. Steele,* the field cornet, who declareth 
 loudly how some red handed rogue hath stolen the 
 general his own palfrey from where he stood, 
 ready saddled and bridled awaiting his master. 
 ^| TiV surely a trick of those merry thieves, the Rough 
 riding Cavaliers quoth Gen l Wheeler, and bid the 
 cornet go forth and fetch his stolen horse from 
 the midst of Colonell Roosevelt his camp where 
 he would surely find him. So he goes forth, and 
 did in sooth find the horse tethered before the tent 
 of mine own erstwhile friend Cavalier Quayde, 
 but that brave gentleman would no wise yield his 
 booty up declaring how the horse had come to 
 his hands unsought and so did of right become 
 his prey. Then did the generalissimo wax highly 
 wroth, but I leaving his presence unperceived did 
 
 hasten 
 
 * First Lieutenant Steele, of the United States Cavalry, 
 then attached to General Wheeler s staff at division 
 headquarters. 
 
P epy s s G bos t 
 
 hasten to our camp and privily warned Master 
 Quayde how a storm be brewing lest he be taken 
 unawares and suffer grievous hurt. Twas high 
 time, for anon cometh the Cornet riding into our 
 camp, full of loud demands and threats to boot, 
 but the horse was nowise to be found and Master 
 Quayde stood aloof sticking his tongue into his 
 cheek verily as though butter could not melt in 
 his mouth. Twas esteemed an humorous caper 
 by all our cavaliers, Colonell Roosevelt himself 
 laughing right heartily into his sleeve, and so sate 
 me down and writ a right merry chronicle of this 
 caracole for Mr. Collier his gazette f and having 
 writ my tale on a sheet of wet packing paper did 
 despatch it homewards by the help of a blacka 
 moor muleteer, who standeth ready alway to do 
 my bidding, having once done him a good favour 
 what time he stood in need of it. 
 
 First day of August. Up and to the general his 
 headquarters, but passing by Colonell Roosevelt 
 his pavillion, he draweth me aside and plieth me 
 with close queries anent the Isle of Puerto Rico 
 and what kind of land it be for horseback fight 
 ing. Hearing my warm praise of the countrye he 
 taketh great cheer and bids me follow him to the 
 generalissimo himself, there to hold long privy dis 
 course, and did then and there lay before him all 
 that I had told him of mine own knowledge. Eft- 
 soons the two captains call me before them twain, 
 and I answering them fully, the Colonell did bid 
 me indict a entreaty to the War Office for service 
 in Puerto Rico rather than in this hellish pest 
 hole 
 
 \ This piece of war correspondence was published 
 under the caption "From the Camp of the Forty 
 Thieves." It was widely republished, and was later 
 made the subject of an official inquiry on the part of the 
 War Department. 
 
 ["5] 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 hole. Having writ said epistle for him, he did 
 bear it away with him to lay before each high 
 officer of our army, as a round robin letter, so 
 hoping to obtayn a favorable hearing from Gen 
 eralissimo Alger, the High Chief Lord of our 
 War Office.* 
 
 August third. Up at midnight, the moon shin 
 ing at her full, sorely troubled from rumbling 
 noyses within my belly from some horrid meate 
 we did eat yestereen out of smalle tin boxes, 
 truly the most sickening messe I have ever thrust 
 into mine mouth, no never. Crawling on my 
 bodye in exceeding payne, I did encounter many 
 others of our troopers, belly-aching like unto me, 
 and so lay sick all night. 
 
 August 4. Ayling all day so I can nowise do 
 my duty, nay not even write this my journall. 
 
 August sixth. This day were we ordered to 
 march into Santiago town, there to embark home 
 wards, as hath long been the hope of all good 
 troopers that follow Colonell Roosevelt and Gen l 
 Wheeler theyr standards. Ayling too much to 
 walk afoot, Colonell Roosevelt bids me ride horse 
 back on mine own Spanish palfrey what was taken 
 in battelle, and did likewise kindly promise me 
 that the horse should sail with us homewards, 
 under the guise of his own privy war horse, that 
 was so shamefully drowned in the Bay of Dai 
 quiri^ so took good heart, and eftsoons rode 
 mounted into Santiago in the company of Sir 
 Leonard Wilson and two troopers, gallant cav 
 aliers 
 
 * Theodore Roosevelt s famous round robin letter in 
 behalf of his Rough Riders, which resulted in the regi 
 ment s recall to the United States. 
 
 f Allusion to the loss of " Rain-the-Face," Theodore 
 Roosevelt s private saddle horse, during the landing of 
 the first American forces in Cuba. 
 
 [,z6] 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 aliers and merry boon companions both, what rode 
 with us for escort. 
 
 Aug. jtk. This day sailed forth from the har 
 bour of Santiago, the captain of our ship, yclept the 
 Miami, steering close to the wracks of our own 
 collier ship Merry Mack, scuttled by brave Ensign 
 Hobson and his dare devil crewe, and the Span 
 ish King his erstwhile man o war Maria Teresa 
 which was sunk in the very mouth of the harbour 
 on the night, of that great sea fight when the 
 Spanish Almirante did vainly pit the strength of 
 his Armada against our own Commodore Schley 
 and his gallant shippes. So sailed forth from the 
 harbour of Santiago and out under Castel Morro, 
 now flying aloft our own flag, and turning the 
 ship s prow hence stood boldly out to sea. Then 
 did our buglers stand altogether in the fore castle 
 and merrily blew into their brazen homes that 
 well beloved song Home, Sweet Home, and 
 Colonell Roosevelt, perched high aloft on the 
 poop, for his own joy and pleasance sang aloud 
 the French song of our great Marlborough, what 
 time he came home from the warres.* 
 
 Second Day Out. Naught fit to eat on the 
 shippe nor to drink either, so lay very sulkily upon 
 the deck, together with Dana Hubbell, the merry 
 roustabout from Boston town and his friend Rob 
 Wrenn,f that deft paume player, now both en 
 rolled for troopers in this warre, to lie anhungered 
 and athirst as do all of us to our lasting cha- 
 grine and sorrow. At even tide God hath pity on 
 
 me 
 
 * " Malbrouck se va-t-en guerre, 
 Mirloton, mirloton, mirlotaihe. 
 II reviendra a Paque 
 Ou a la Trinite." 
 
 f Robert D. Wrenn, amateur tennis champion of 
 America. 
 
 ["7] 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 me, since Master Lorimer Worden,f did give me 
 to drink a drop of his choice brandy-wine what he 
 dearly bought from a Spanish trooper. 
 
 August i jth. The most blessed day of the 
 year, since this morrow we drew into sight of land, 
 and soon came to anchor and eftsoons a gang 
 plank was laid for us and we trod merrily to dry 
 land, leastwise those of us what could still hold 
 themselves upright on theyr legges, and so marched 
 up the sand hills to the spittal camp midst loud 
 acclaim from a great concourse of peoples amongst 
 them soft hearted wommen folk weeping to be 
 hold our sere and hollow cheeked visages. On 
 the hill side found we many sumptuous pavillions 
 raised for our greater comfort, by master car 
 penters and theyr prentices who, so tis said, did 
 bravely work on the Sabbath day nor took no pay 
 therefore, lest our troopers be made to lie over 
 night in the open. 
 
 Aug. ijth. This day were we joined in our 
 Spittal Camp by the gentlemen souldiers of the 
 Seventy-first Foot of Gotham, and they too in 
 sorry plight of health like unto us, but no love 
 lost twixt them and some of our troopers, our 
 hotheads holding them to have proven themselves 
 cowards and poltroons on the day of battelle, 
 when theyr Colonell bidden to lead to the assault 
 suffered them to lie still in shelter, to theyr lasting 
 discomfiture and disgrace, they losing more of 
 theyr men at this bloody bend of ye road, than did 
 we in the heat of our assault uponne Saint John s 
 Hill. 
 
 ^f Drawing away from a hot wrangle with these 
 pride swollen souldier men of Gotham, our Cap 
 tain, Mr. Kane summoneth me to his presence, 
 
 and 
 
 j- Lorimer J. Worden, grandson of the famous admiral 
 and member of New York Stock Exchange. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 and there to my great astoniment am I clapped 
 under arrest and marched off to jeopardy, nor 
 knew aught of what had led to it. 
 
 August 2Oth. In ye guard house, with sundry 
 other merry gentlemen cavaliers that follow Colo- 
 nell Roosevelt. The officer of the guard, Master 
 Greenway * whom I knew in coledge, what time 
 he played foot ball for old Eli Coledge, drawing me 
 aside from the prisoners, telleth me privily how I be 
 clapped in gaol by reason of my pasquinade agaynst 
 the thieving gentlemen cavaliers what I wrote for 
 Mr. Collier his Gazette, and printed by him as 
 coming from Ye Camp of ye Fourty Thieves. So 
 did advise me to write another apologetick epistle, 
 and I full of merriment sate me down in my dun 
 geon and then and there writ this mock apologie 
 pro vitia mea. 
 
 ^j " Upon my return to this country I learn with 
 regret that the spirit of one of my letters from the 
 front, published in a recent issue of Collier s 
 Weekly, has been grievously misunderstood by cer 
 tain readers. Thus it has been brought home to 
 me with some force that my amused apprecia 
 tion of the way the Rough Riders were always 
 able to look out for themselves while in the field 
 
 a military virtue which they called * Rustling 
 
 has been construed by some as a piece of ill- 
 natured criticism. 
 
 ^| u To you, of course, it need not be explained that 
 the article in question, headed In the Camp of 
 the Forty Thieves, was meant by me to be a 
 purely humorous description of some phases of 
 bivouac life as observed by me in the various 
 camps of the Rough Riders in Cuba. 
 For 
 
 * Lieutenant Greenway, of the Rough Riders, who 
 previously distinguished himself as a football player on 
 the Yale Varsity Eleven. 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 ^] For the information, however, of those who 
 have so utterly misunderstood my intentions, I 
 here state with all the emphasis of one who has 
 found the Rough Riders the very best set of 
 fellows it has been his fortune to move among, 
 that for chivalrous sense of honor and corps d et- 
 prit the First Volunteer Cavalry is a regiment 
 rivalling the Musquetaires of the king of France, 
 while, so far as individual honesty is concerned, 
 there is not, I am proud to say, one man in the 
 whole regiment whose word is not as good as his 
 bond." Tis an apologie fit to make a dogge 
 laugh. 
 
 August 2 ist. A sweet epistle did reach me this 
 day from my dear wife, good womman that she 
 is, comforting me for all mine mishaps and telleth 
 me how she hath set forth to journey to our camp 
 alone to entreat Colonell Roosevelt forthwith to 
 set me free. So sate me down in great joy and 
 wrote this song which I shall send to Mr. Badger 
 his Literary Gazette, what is printed over the 
 sign of ye Olde Elme in Boston town. 
 
 "Stone walls do not a prison make, 
 
 Nor iron bars a cell." 
 So wrote the poet for her sakej 
 
 In sooth she loved him well. 
 
 An open tent, an open sward, 
 
 An open sky above, 
 Hold me a prisoner under guard, 
 
 Deprived of all but love. 
 
 Disarmed, disgraced, I do not pine, 
 
 Strong in my innocence, 
 But muse on those whose lot was mine 
 
 In times of violence. 
 
 The poet s and the soldier s lot 
 
 Was e er a prison cell 
 Since Lovelace languished on his cot 
 
 And noble Chenier fell. A 
 
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P epy s s Ghost 
 
 A prison taught King James to sing 
 
 When Scotland was uncrowned, 
 A poet freed a captive king 
 When Lion-Heart was found. 
 
 Villon, beloved for his songs, 
 
 Sang them from prison walls; 
 Gringoire, who voiced a people s wrongs, 
 
 Endured a dungeon s thralls. 
 
 Why pine then, if on open sward, 
 
 . With open sky above, 
 I am a prisoner under guard, 
 Deprived of all but love ? 
 
 August 2jtb. From this day, henceforth am I 
 a free man, my wife s entreaties having set me 
 free, or be it the pricks of Colonell Roosevelt his 
 conscience. Leastwise, early on the morrow after 
 bugle call he bids me before him and without 
 much ado setteth me free saying in a mock rough 
 voice Thou hast been a damned fool, but before God I 
 forgive thee, and wayving all my fine defence on 
 mine own behalf aside apointeth me his privy 
 clerk at his headquarter pavillion, he now serv 
 ing no longer as our Collonell but as the general 
 issimo of this our cavaliers brigade. 
 
 Sept. ist. A day of sore distresse, all our 
 water having been cut off and we all men and 
 horses alike must go athirst, because forsooth some 
 meddlesome sawbones hath reported to ye Chirur- 
 gical office that our water be foul and full of sick 
 ness. By midday, the sunne waxing hot, our men 
 be grovelling in the horse pools for to quench this 
 our horrid thirst from the green slime thereof, and 
 a fine thing this is to meet the eye of our Lord 
 McKinley, when he cometh on the morrow to 
 shew himself and all his staff as chief of our Army 
 and Navy. 
 
 ^f Colonell Roosevelt, beholding our sore need 
 
 sendeth 
 
P epy s s Ghost 
 
 sendeth me forth to enquire if so be it some water 
 be not forthcoming, and with a snap of his teeth 
 telleth me to be quick about it, and so I fling my 
 self uponne the first horse standing in waiting and 
 digging my spurres into his sides rode from our 
 camp over the country crosswise and so proceeded 
 in all haste till of a suddain the stumbling nag 
 falleth away from under and I be pitched over his 
 head and lighting on my back came nigh losing 
 the reins in my hand. Up agayn and tarrying 
 nowise to cleanse my soyled doublet I drived him 
 forward in like hot haste, but rode not far, when 
 the clap-trap nag falleth forward once more with 
 his nozzle in the deep sand and I sprawling side- 
 wise was affrighted to hear my pistolette discharge 
 herself from within her holster and so arose very 
 soberly and lifted my horse to his feet, he cough 
 ing and sneezing loudly from the fine sand and 
 dust he had incontinently sucked into his nos- 
 trilles. So despatched mine errand and riding back 
 very slowly, was stopped short by our Adjutant 
 Mr. Keyes * who telleth me how my good wife 
 hath journeyed hither to our camp and did point 
 to where she stood near the guard tent. Hearing 
 this I did vault joyfully into my saddle and un 
 mindful of my horse his stumbling way galloped 
 hot spur whither she stood and lighting beside 
 her flung mine arms about her and bussed her 
 right heartily to mine heart s content. 
 ^] At even tide, with my furlough passporte safe 
 in my poke, I did find her a lodging place in the 
 Half Way Inne, and so got me ready for the mor 
 row to furlough hence with her, so soon as we 
 have beholden the pomp and circumstance of our 
 Lord McKinley with his mighty train. Sept. 
 
 * First Lieutenant Keyes of the Rough Riders, who 
 took the place of Tom Hall, the humorous writer and 
 poet, who resigned from the front. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 Sept. 2d. This day, with no water yet for 
 man nor beast, newes be comen of a bloody battelle 
 fought on the banks of the River Nile twixt Eng 
 lishmen and the Mussulmans of the great Desert 
 and it did come to my mind how this be likewise 
 the day of the great memorable battelle, twixt the 
 French and Germans when I was but a babe in 
 arms. But my friend the Englishman, what 
 served with the English Queen her lanciers hear 
 ing of the newes did weep hot tears, that he be 
 lying here idle and could not be in the fray, 
 ^f On the morrow we off, I leading my Spanish 
 stallion, what Colonell Roosevelt did bring over 
 for me, by his bridle and my wife riding him 
 pillion wise, and so came down the road just as 
 our Lord McKinley did light from his coach 
 greeted by Generalissimo Wheeler and Colonell 
 Roosevelt mongst the cavalcade biting the finger 
 tips of the gauntlet on his right hand to doff it 
 for to greet his chief. 
 
 ^[So slipped by mid the blare of bugles and ruffle 
 of drums and shewing mine army passport did 
 push our way to a small packet boat that plieth 
 twixt here and New London but had much ado in 
 persuading the stubborn Spanish horse to take his 
 leap down from the wooden wharf into the float 
 ing shallop. So sailed athwart the sound, I stand 
 ing at the bough sprit aside of Sir Williams,t a 
 parliament man, and heard much angry talke from 
 him anent the shocking bad treatment of our soul- 
 dier lads and such like fiery talke. 
 ^f On dry land agayn we journeyed cross country 
 to Short Beach where my wife be spending the 
 summer season a close neighbor to Mistress Wil- 
 
 cox, 
 
 ) George Fred Williams, advocate for a silver currency 
 for the State of Massachusetts. 
 
P e py s s Ghost 
 
 cox,J and there was touched in mine heart, by 
 the postmistress her refusal to take aught of hand 
 sel money from my hand whilst I be a souldier 
 enrolled in our countrye her service. So home 
 and lay for the next three days in a knit sailors 
 hamock stryving to forget the ills and ventures of 
 this summer. 
 
 Sept. 75. This day we be discharged out of 
 our service in the army and did receave nigh unto 
 200 from the army paymaster which I holding 
 to be overmuch stryved to bring back to him but 
 he would not have the money telling me how it be 
 for my travail stipend wherewith to voyage back 
 whither I was sworn into service which was nigh 
 the Cubano village of Caney, in sooth a strange 
 practice whereat I marvelled greatly in my secret 
 heart. To Colonell Roosevelt his pavillion to bid 
 farewell to him, and found him in sore distress he 
 having no clerk to aid him in writyng his last 
 reports to the War Office, and so forthwith offered 
 to stand by him in this, which he taketh in good 
 part, and so sate me down once more to do his 
 bidding not as for a master but for a friend, and 
 in sooth it liked me better to have it thusly. 
 ^J At even tide great jollity and merriment in our 
 camp, for joy at our discharge, and some one 
 fetching a casque of good sack for our roystering 
 cavaliers, they did fall to stepping a measure round 
 about the camp fire wherein was burned all man 
 ner of wood we could lay our hands on, and so 
 danced bravely after the manner of the savage red 
 men of America, two of them, yclept Apache 
 Michael and Cherokee Bill leading the measure, 
 with quaint high leaps and brandishment of battle 
 axes. 
 
 Sept. i6th. Woke late with mine head nigh 
 
 bursting 
 
 J Ella Wheeler Wilcox, poet and essayist. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 bursting, and making an end of Mr. Roosevelt his 
 reports did take my leave of him, he writyng some 
 worthy qualifications upon the face of my dis 
 charge papers whereunto he did put his seal and 
 hand, and so made haste to join our Captain, Mr. 
 Kane, and with him journeyed to Gotham very 
 friendly, but he troubled in his mind at some our 
 cavalier troopers riding in the same coach with us 
 what did fall to shooting theyr derringers through 
 the roof of the coach, he hating to say them nay 
 being no longer theyr lawful captain, so I must 
 needs plead with them as theyr erstwhile comrade 
 to forbear, which after some high talke they did in 
 sooth deign to do So to our journey s end and 
 alight at Long Island, whence we over the ferry 
 into Gotham, and there clasped hands for a last 
 parting, he going to his home and I to mine. 
 
 October 16. Tis a full month that I have not 
 set hand to my journall, living all this while in 
 great joy and contentment at home, and all but 
 cured of my inward ayling, but this day I be 
 called to Saratoga town, once more to ply my 
 trade as a gazeteer of publick matters and so stood 
 by while the concourse * guided by Chauncey 
 Depewf and Elihu Root J did acclaim Mr. Roose 
 velt as theyr chosen man for Gouverneur-General. 
 So soon as settled, I out of the guild hall and sent 
 to Mr. Roosevelt his house in Oyster Bay a privy 
 despatch how things stood. Thence to Syracuse 
 town to the other party theyr concourse, where 
 met sundry good friends all proclaiming themselves 
 hot 
 
 * New York Republican State Convention at Saratoga, 
 which nominated Theodore Roosevelt for the gov 
 ernorship. 
 
 (Senator Depew, president of New York Central 
 Railroad. 
 
 1 Famous New York barrister, later Secretary of War. 
 
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P e py j Y G b o s t 
 
 hot for our Lord Mayor his brother Judge Van 
 Wyck,|| father-in-law to my good friend Mr. Os- 
 borne,* of the Crown Attorney s office and he, 
 beholding me, reproaches me for a turncoat, but 
 took it not in ill part, knowing how he be carried 
 away by his choler. 
 
 October 18. On my return to Gotham, Mr. 
 Roosevelt bids me to his sister s house nigh to the 
 Seventh Foot f theyr Armory and there broke 
 fast with him and my good friend Master Stef 
 fens,;!; what now controlleth our oldest gazette in 
 Gotham.** Mr. Roosevelt in high anger at some 
 reproach brought agaynst him for that he had not 
 paid his taxes, leastwise not all, and so did thump 
 the table with his fisticuff, crying aloud This I 
 cannot forgive them that they should dare to question 
 mine honour, till we appeased him somewhat, 
 Steffens by his brave promise to succour his cause 
 with his gazette and I likewise pledging myself to 
 lift up my voice for him in the country, and so 
 parted, I taking a hackney coach for Mr. Collier 
 his printing house. 
 
 ^[ There met with his son, who did forthwith bid 
 me break bread with him, and leading me forth 
 from his office took me through a motley throng 
 of comely wenches, bent upon folding and binding 
 all manner of curious folios, truly a pretty sight 
 nor could I turn mine eyes from theyr comely 
 countenances and bare arms till he, laughing did 
 
 drag 
 
 Robert A. Van Wyck, mayor of New York City. 
 
 || Augustus Van Wyck, judge of New York Supreme 
 Court. 
 
 * See previous note. 
 
 f Seventh New York Volunteers, a crack regiment 
 which brought much opprobrium upon itself by the colo 
 nel s refusal to let them re-enlist for the Spanish War. 
 
 | Lincoln J. Steffens. (See previous note.) 
 
 ** New York Commercial Advertiser, founded in 1797. 
 
Pepys s Ghost 
 
 drag me from the place and so to Delmonico his 
 tavern where he did unfold to me his project for 
 me to hie me to the Philippine Isles, to write a 
 long chronicle thereof, but I telling him that I be 
 first pledged to Colonell Roosevelt his cause and 
 how my wife must needs go with me on so long 
 a journey, he maketh a counter proposal for me 
 here to await the turn of events untill Mr. Roose 
 velt be called to his gouverneurship and then to 
 hie me to the port of La Habana, thence to 
 chronicle the changes wrought by the Spaniards 
 theyr last dislodgement from the Antilles and our 
 men s entry in theyr place. To this did I gladly 
 consent and so made a good meal of it, over a rare 
 flagon of noble Burgundy wine sweet meats and 
 black coffee drink from Araby. 
 
 EDITOR S NOTE. Here follows a long hiatus, during 
 which our latter-day Mr. Pepys engaged in the political 
 campaign for Mr. Roosevelt s election as governor, as 
 member of the Political Literature Committee, and as a 
 stump orator, in which efforts he ceased not until the 
 triumphant election of his leader to the highest office in 
 his State, The next few entries in the Journall reveal 
 him in his old-time role of bon-viveur and chronicler: 
 
 November fifteenth. Up early and to breakfast, 
 but found the food uncommonly bad. fc Went 
 abroad about business, but home for dinner. Then 
 off very merrily to the Horse Show, I in my white 
 waist-coat and glossed beaver and shoen, of the 
 fashion that pleases me well, my wife in her new 
 gowne and purple petticoat, very pretty. At the 
 show we were nigh crushed unto death, the gentle 
 men and ladies stepping around the hall like ye 
 hands on a poke dial with no regard to the horses, 
 but to the many persons of quality in the stalls. 
 All were gaping at the Duke of Savoy, late arrived, 
 making him move uneasily in his place, till he up 
 
 and 
 
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Pcpys s Ghost 
 
 and out to avoid them. And so much finery and 
 pretty laces and handsome smocks with silken 
 sarcenets I never did behold, no not in former 
 times, when the Duke of Marlborough brought his 
 bride, but my wife thought it a shame to have all 
 the frocks spoiled by a stench of stables. 
 ^[ Of a sudden there was a great outcry at the tall 
 jumps and leaps of two riders, riding to break 
 their necks, but no hurt came of it. One of the 
 cavaliers, truly, who had fallen with his horse, 
 did roll about piteously on the ground, but then 
 stood up, and with riding-coat and breeches all 
 stained, did once more clamber upon his palfrey, 
 rearing frightfully, amid the hand-clappings of 
 many ladies. But it was a sorry sight to see him 
 drive the poor horse to a fence too high for him to 
 leap and so he ruefully dismounted. Then came 
 the constables, riding bravely in their gray coats, 
 and I marvelled to see them sit so warriorly and 
 straight, not one whit like unto gray sparrows,* at 
 which the people cheered them, for verily they 
 wheeled their horses well, after the manner of 
 brave troopers. 
 
 *[[ In the throng I met with a face I knew, and 
 challenged him, thinking it had been Master 
 Gibson,f one of our pamphleteering draughtsmen 
 come to portray the company, and did inquire for 
 his handsome wife, but, finding that it was a 
 gentleman that has no wife at all, I was much 
 shamed, but made a pretty good excuse that I 
 took him for an artist-paynter doing well, and so 
 parted. 
 
 ^[ My wife complaining of the stench and her 
 tight bodice, we, with much trouble, made our way 
 
 out, 
 
 * Allusion to the nickname "sparrow cop," applied 
 to the park police of New York. 
 
 f Charles Dana Gibson, illustrator and artist. 
 
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P epy s s G bos t 
 
 out, took an new fangled coach what runneth of 
 its own free will without horses and home to 
 supper. So to bed, late in the night, weary, which 
 I seldom am. 
 
 Thanksgiving Day. Up betimes to seek out 
 my warmest cloathes and greate cloake with new 
 striped orange cravatte, as well, wherein to deck 
 me for this day s sports betwixt ye rival colledges, 
 and mighty glad to be so well rid of affairs at the 
 office, the others toyling there very jealous. My 
 wife would have it I should don a crimson neck 
 cloth to do honour to my colledge, but I denied 
 her, retayning the striped cravatte, her that my 
 father wore when he did go a schoolboy to Nassau 
 Hall, | regardlesse of mine own colledge. But 
 she very contrary calleth me traitor and unnatural 
 man, and prinketh her in her crimson gowne and 
 red roses in very spite of me, and I not the hearte 
 to chide her. So with manyfold furry skinnes 
 and wrappes by coach to the playground, a tedious 
 long drive but for the merry company on the same 
 way with us winding loud horns, with wayving of 
 motley ribands, until! getting to the very doors 
 of ye empty field, we find a mighty mob with loud 
 mouthed peddlars offering their wares, play bills, 
 pamphlets, passports, and fluttering banners, with 
 many more ribands and horns and little footballs 
 stuck on pinnes, very pretty. 
 
 ^| Then showed I my passports and coming in 
 with the pushing crowde very glad to sit in our 
 seats to behold the joyful antics and clamor of the 
 colledge boys prancing on their benches, shouting 
 their shouts, croaking as they were toades,| and 
 singing ribald songs to lewd musique. So heard I 
 the 
 
 Princeton University. 
 
 j- Allusion to Yale Freshmen s adaptation of the Frog 
 Chorus from Aristophanes. 
 
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P epy s s Ghost 
 
 the airs of the naughty belly dance,{ of the rous 
 ing round song, O Give Us To Drink, Good 
 Tapster, and others I knew not, but liked well 
 the words to one that Master Scollard * did sing 
 aloud for our high edificacion. 
 
 Below the market-place, perdie, 
 
 And hard by quaint Saint Giles, 
 There stands the goodliest hostelry 
 
 In many winding miles. 
 The gables bright the guests invite, 
 
 The windows gleam, I trow j 
 And letters o er the oaken door 
 
 Proclaim Ye Olde Yew Bough. 
 
 What welcome here! what hearty cheer 
 
 When wide the portal flies! 
 A smile that doth the heart beguile 
 
 Shines from the mistress eyes. 
 The fire heaps up, the pewter cup 
 
 Is brimmed with foam, and now 
 We toss a toast Our winsome host 
 
 What rules Ye Olde Ye<w Bough. 
 
 Where hangs that sign, there still is mine 
 
 A corner snug and warm ; 
 Then let the haunted hill-wind whine, 
 
 And rage the sleety storm ! 
 A pipe, a book, an ingle nook, 
 
 A slyly whispered vow, 
 Care left behind, all these I find 
 
 Within Ye Olde Yew Bough. 
 
 which all I must set to musique for mine orboe. 
 ^f But all this bellowing by our bard as naught to 
 the mighty shout that went up when the foot ball 
 plaiers ran hotfoot athwart the meadow made most 
 unsightly and fearthsome to behold by towzled 
 hair, face masques, false noses, shin greaves, 
 leathern jerkins, and other monstrous harness, 
 
 rolling 
 
 J Music hall song known as "Streets of Cairo. " 
 * Clinton Scollard, cavalier poet of the time. 
 
P epy s s G bos t 
 
 rolling and tumbling uponne theyr wind ball most 
 like to bear cubs. 
 
 ^f Eleven players this side and eleven that facing 
 one another very fierce, besides the judge of the 
 fray what standeth by with a golden whistle in his 
 teeth like our savage arch foe Sir Aguinaldo, the 
 wind ball of a suddain bounced forth. Then did 
 they straightway fall to mauling, bating and buf 
 feting each the other most unkindly untill they 
 fell in heaps altogether and none of us knew where 
 the ball might be altho highly curious. 
 ^f So was the game waged, now one coledge pre- 
 vayling now t other, to the great contentment or 
 utter consternation of the gownsmen that beheld 
 it, the militant coledge lads meanwhile strewing 
 the field, sorely battered and wounded, or stretched 
 out stark for dead, untill succored with water payls 
 or horse buckettes made toothsome by citron and 
 lemon peal. 
 
 ^f And I marvelled not a little to behold fair and 
 daintie ladyes plauding such fierce fray, but was 
 resolved in the end that women and men be ren 
 dered alike cruell in theyr heartes by biting cold, 
 such as we there did suffer for all our warme 
 wrappes and stamping of feet, but right well con 
 tented with the issue. 
 
 ^[ To supper at Waldorf Astor his inne,* who is 
 now so swollen with pride that he must forsooth 
 forsake his own countrye and pretend that he be 
 the seed of an ancient nobilitye when all the world 
 knoweth that his sires were naught but common 
 butchers and furriers, albeit worthy men of theyr 
 kind. Tis a matter fit to make a dogge laugh. 
 
 Last day of November. Up betimes, this day, 
 and to the city, to buy my boy a drum, having 
 writ 
 
 * The Waldorf-Astoria Hotel on Fifth Avenue in New 
 York, built by William W. Astor. 
 
Pepys s Gbost 
 
 writ this and like errands very solemn on my 
 wristband to appease my wife. To the grill and 
 tap-room of the Lambs,f vexed sorely by the snow 
 and slush bespattering my new lacquered shoen, 
 but there met with Robert Milliard, the player, 
 and James W. Osborne,| of the staff of Colonel 
 Fellows, now dead these three years, and Col. 
 Gardiner who did prevail upon me to take my 
 morning draught with them. I condoling very 
 heartily with Mr. Osborne upon his one-time fort 
 une at the Court of Oyer and Terminer, when 
 the sworn-men see free his prisoner, Mr. Moli- 
 neux, what was held to be an arch poison fiend, 
 he laughs ruefully and says how he can call quits, 
 now that he has both convicted and acquitted his 
 prisoner, each by due process of law ; but de- 
 mandeth my condolences rather for the coming 
 great upheaval in the public Prosecutor s staff, 
 upsetting so many merry gentlemen and their re 
 tainers more than an hundred all told, and he with 
 them. A sorry deed, indeed. 
 
 ^f While thus we sat talking earnestly over a chine 
 of beef, Bob Hilliard, waxing emphaticall, must 
 needs spill a tankard of ale into my sleeve, and I 
 much grieved to think I had worn my new coat 
 with the long skirts and lining of sarcenet agaynst 
 my wife s will, and so repenting and wiping the 
 stains off with my kerchief, beheld of a sudden the 
 words she had writ on my wristband and bethought 
 me of my errand to buy a drum. 
 But 
 
 (Actors Club, near the middle part of Broadway 
 known as the New Rialto, the Old Rialto remaining 
 along East Fourteenth Street. 
 
 J James W. Osborne, prosecutor of many causes 
 celebres. 
 
 John R. Fellows, Southern orator and twice District 
 Attorney of New York. 
 
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Pepys s Ghost 
 
 ^f But the roystering play-actor, hearing me speak 
 of drums, inviteth us to go to the drummers* fair 
 in the Madison Square Garden, to make amends 
 for my drenched sleeve, so that I could not say 
 him nay, but were all agreed not to go til late, and 
 so parted, they that way and I this. 
 ^[ Not knowing whither to go first, and withal 
 loath to step in the wet streets, I took coach and 
 so to ye great coopers shop with the fountain. || 
 Such hurly-burly, nor so many women and maydes 
 did I never see, all pushing and jostling, each 
 against each, very rude, with the shop wenches not 
 minding them no, not one bit but discours 
 ing and frolicking amongst themselves very freely. 
 When I came upon the fountain, with the gilded 
 sculpture therein, behold the basin was filled not 
 with water, but with cheap bargains and shop- 
 maydes selling them, all making a damned noise 
 with calls and cries for errand-lads. Toy ling up 
 many stairways and turning many corners, did I 
 at last come to the chamber of toys, very divert 
 ing and catch-penny, with sledges and trompettos 
 heapwise, but no drums, all drums having long 
 been sold. 
 
 ^f In high anger did I once more take coach and 
 going from shop to shop did enquire earnestly for 
 my drum, but was sore vexed to find no drums 
 nowhere, with all the world meseemed mad to be 
 drummers. To Wanamaker, the Quaker s shop, 
 by Grace Church, where the wenches be very 
 willing and civill, making no wry mouthes at 
 them they serve, and was led by one into the 
 vaults below, where we found, indeed, a drum, the 
 last to be had in ye town. Yet, after all my toyle 
 and trouble, was I loath to quit the pretty shop- 
 wench, until, sorely anhungered and athirst, I hied 
 
 me 
 
 || Siegel & Cooper s Department Store. 
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Pepys s Ghost 
 
 me to St. Denis s tavern * across the way to sit at 
 dinner with my friends. 
 
 ^f After many stoups of hearty sack, and a worthy 
 snack of venison, we verry merry to the drum 
 mers fair, I bearing mine own drum, as it were a 
 payl of lard. 
 
 ^f There found we a great throng, strayning hither 
 and thither to behold the daynties set forth in 
 wonderful Pavilions and Booths, with rich store 
 of laces and noble ribands, and all manner of 
 finery, a sight what made me to long for my wife, 
 that she might likewise look upon them, and so 
 did buy her a box with Sandal wood and Spike 
 nard, very dear. Elbowing onwards bravely, we 
 met many friendly faces by the way, but stayed 
 not, untill hard by the monstrous merry-go-round, 
 gilded and passing strange, with chariotts in place 
 of hobby-horses, swaying and pitching forward like 
 a lugger on the high seas, very tipsy. The others 
 all hot for the venture, but I fearthsome, yet feared 
 more to be dubbed poltroon, and so clambered into 
 the Hellish machine. Then were we cruelly 
 racked and tossed about and suffered torment such 
 as I never have had, no not sith I crossed the 
 channel from Florida to Cuba, and backwards, til 
 we all crying out, the machine was stayed and we 
 were suffered to put foot on ground, mighty glad 
 to be out of it. 
 
 ^f So meeting Stephen of Szinnyey,f one time a 
 nobleman of Hongria, well known to me, he 
 haileth us very heartily as the master of the Show, 
 and enticeth us the erstwhile stables below most 
 fancifully tricked out for a pleasure walk and very 
 mayfair, with penny shows, Romany jugglers, and 
 sorcerers to right and left, yea even camels, drom 
 edaries 
 
 * Hotel St. Denis on Broadway, 
 f Commercial travellers press agent. 
 
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 edaries, cockatoos, and other wild beasts, with 
 mock citties and taverns of Egypt, Ireland, and ye 
 German Empire, all singing and noisy. Amongst 
 them all ye loud crier of the Coney beech-fair,}; 
 more loud and fiercer than ever, withal very per 
 suading, who must needs follow for fondness of 
 us, and soon bringeth us to ye pavilion of may- 
 dens, striving one against another for a pocket 
 clock to be apprized to the comeliest, but none 
 too pretty with all their wiles and pursing of lips, 
 no place to tarry. With all haste away, a great 
 crowd following, to the Punch & Judy playhouse, 
 there to behold Yvette Guilbert, who singeth the 
 naughty rhymes at the musique halls, selling away 
 children s dolls, great and small, like unto a town 
 crier or sheriff to the best bidder. And the 
 French woman espying us spareth no pains to 
 make us buy, pointing at us with many French 
 quips and English too, till for very shame we 
 must each buy his doll, none knowing what to do 
 therewith, and so out and to some oysters at 
 Delmonico s. Thence home and to bed very 
 early to be up betimes on the morrow for our long 
 journey over sea. So endeth the year for me in 
 Gotham town. 
 
 December ist. Up early at Mr. Astor his hos 
 telry, we lying over night there for that our house 
 be all torn up and our winter rayment packed up 
 for to make our voyage over sea to the Antilles, 
 and so broke fast with Mr. Nast of Mr. Collier 
 his printing house he kindly having undertook to 
 escort us twain to our shippe, the trader Orizaba 
 what plieth twixt our port and the West Indy 
 seas, and so with a fair wind stood out of the 
 Narrows and by the Sand Hook into the high 
 sea. December 
 
 J Coney Island at entrance of New York Harbor. 
 French cbanteuse then in great vogue. 
 
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 December jth. My wife ayling in her berth 
 with siknesse of the sea I abroad on the quarter 
 deck and did there fall into converse with a fellow 
 ship mate, bearded like unto a pard, who doth tell 
 me how he be lately come from the gold mines in 
 the Klondyke yet poor in money as he went thither 
 from the gold fields of the South Afric Republique. 
 On my pricking him with queries he launches 
 forth in high bitterness at Sir Cecyl Rhodes || and 
 his friend what they call Doctor Jim,* dubbing the 
 twain high rogues and murderers, plotting to rob 
 all honest men of theyr deserts, yet found him to 
 be a Scotsman born and bred, and true withal to 
 his Queen. Forwith to still my wonderment he 
 did curdle my blood with harrowing tales of Sir 
 Cecyl s monstrous greed and cruelty, which 
 things, he professeth be commonly known 
 throughout South Africa from the Cape of Good 
 Hope to beyond the banks of the Vaal River. 
 So wore away the day what with listening to the 
 gold miner his wrathful wordes and ministering to 
 my poor wife her needs, until by eventide we be 
 comen within sight of Castel Morro, standing by 
 the mouth of the harbour of La Habana, and did 
 put me in mind of the stirring days when we did 
 cruise back and forth before the castel with our 
 fleet of man o wars men and what time I did spy 
 into La Habana unawares in the guise of a Dutch 
 merchantman. 
 
 ^f So came up close to the Morro, our pilot mak 
 ing haste to steer his ship into her anchorage to 
 the lee of Las Cabanas, lest the sunne should set 
 fore we might make our port and so set us back 
 adrift until the morrow, such being the law of the 
 
 land 
 
 || Chief promoter of British interests in South Africa. 
 *Dr. Jameson, leader of an abortive raid into the 
 Transvaal in 1897. 
 
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 land whilst the Spaniard still holds sway in the 
 Antilles. Drawing nigh within a fathom s reach 
 of the Morro I make haste to draw my poor wife 
 forth from her couch to behold the waves leaping 
 high up agaynst the breakwater and beyond the 
 bastion, yea, dashing theyr sprey and spindrift to 
 the very foot of the beacon light nigh an hundred 
 feet in heighth, but my wife, poor wretch, too ill 
 at ease, een to lift her head to behold so straunge a 
 marvel. So into the harbour and twas wonderful 
 how incontinently our ship did cease to rock and 
 wallow in the trough of the sea, the waters within 
 lying smooth as the face of my ladye s hand glass. 
 Then did my wife arise and proclaiming herself 
 well and hearty prinked and pruned her bodye to 
 make ready for to light, and so stood by the taff- 
 rail awaiting the call of the watermen in their 
 shallops rowing round about our shippe. In the 
 end we off, and taking coach at the water gate 
 through many pitch dark streets and alleys to ye 
 greate English Inne dubbed in the Spanish lingo 
 El Gran Hotel del Inglaterra. Then to supper, 
 eating of strange and divers dishes such as never 
 we ate before, but the sack made of Xeres grapes 
 well to my liking, and so to bed glad to be rid of 
 the sea. 
 
 December 6th. Up late, lying long abed these 
 nights of straunge merriment in La Habana, the 
 town full of Spanish souldiers shipping off to 
 Spain and our souldiers flocking to land in great 
 shippe loades. Broke fast in the open pateo f of 
 our house in deep discourse with the Marquis of 
 Estruch,| who meaneth to sail for Spain on the 
 morrow, and he doth tell me highly emphatick 
 
 how 
 
 j- Interior Cuban garden. 
 
 | Spanish major-general commanding the cavalry 
 division in Cuba. 
 
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 how he be heartily glad to quit the Antilles having 
 never found content in fighting agaynst these 
 Cubano rebels what would no wise stand theyr 
 ground for a fair fight. 
 
 December 8th. My serving man Veloce, enter 
 ing early in the morn for to arouse us, I did bid 
 him set forth food wherewith to break fast, and he 
 serving us none too nimbly did ask him scornfully 
 how he come to be named Veloce what meaneth 
 in the Spanish lingo Nimble. Then did he un 
 fold to me with mournful wordes how he be a 
 German gentleman born, and full fledged doctor 
 of laws, offspring of Maurice Swind, the great 
 Dutch paynter, and now come to this low degree, 
 whereat I counselled him to leave ofF this idle 
 drudgery wherefore he doth get naught but his 
 pains rather to go and ply a trade of his own be 
 it ever so humble. So he off and did this very 
 day quit his service and cometh back proudly for 
 to tell me how he hath took up the trade of a 
 huckster and sweetmeats vendor. 
 
 Dec. I2tb. To the Inglaterra for my daily 
 draught of Xeres wine and there beheld Senor 
 Sanguilly, the Cubano rebel, lately returned, with 
 black ugly looks flashing twixt his friends and 
 highly wrathful souldiers of the Spanish King his 
 forsaken army. So lingered until nightfall and 
 after supper back again for trouble was surely 
 brewing. 
 
 ^f Of a suddain, we having quaffed our third round 
 of wassail cups, bursts forth an angry quarrell 
 twixt Cubanos and Spaniards, and one man strik 
 ing tother in the face, tables be overturned, and 
 flashes of drawn swordes. Anon cometh the loud 
 noyse of a blunderbuss and other souldiers run 
 ning up, all fall to shooting their arquebuses this 
 
 way 
 
 Moritz von Schwindt, R.A., of Bavaria. 
 
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 way and that, we hiding away into an ingle nook, 
 whilst bullets and broken glass flew hither and 
 thither. The Cubanos flying up the stairway, 
 with Spanish souldiers shooting after them, I out 
 into the square and there beheld Mr. Mott || upon 
 a balcony watching the Spanish souldiers assault 
 the hostelry. Then did I see poor Veloce shot 
 dead, and one fierce Spanish trooper hot spur after 
 a Cubano flying for his life before the sharpe 
 point of his sworde, and anon come upon Stephen 
 Crane, who standeth with both his hands held 
 aloft, lest he be shot for a Cubano, and I accosting 
 him, he did waggishly shake his head and proclaim 
 Tis another night of St. Bartholomew. 
 
 Dec. 16. The town still in high uproar with 
 troops in all places, and no hackney coaches durst 
 enter ye publick square where horse and foot stand 
 guard over the doors of the Inglaterra hostelry. 
 Entering within I behold bullet holes in the 
 guilded mirror glass of the hallway, and Mynheer 
 Herring,f the Dutch gazeteer, drawing me aside 
 sheweth me two gaping holes rent by musquet 
 balls above his couch over the very place where 
 he did sleep. Major Mott likewise plucks me by 
 the sleeve to shew me whence he did gaze down 
 upon the brawl what time I beheld him yester 
 night. 
 
 ^| He feaithsome lest worse trouble brew, for tis 
 th appointed day for the landing of our own first 
 troops in the port, so I to fetch my wife and with 
 
 her 
 
 || Major Mott, U.S.V., attached to General Greene s 
 staff, just arrived in Havana from the conquest of the 
 Philippines. 
 
 * Author and war correspondent, at that time de 
 spatched to Havana by the New York Journal. 
 
 fWar correspondent for the New York Staats- 
 and author of Der Krieg in Kuba. 
 
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 her away to Saint Joseph his wharf there to gaze 
 upon our own fair lads in their blue shirts and 
 overwarm cloathes striding like unto giants 
 mongst all these Spanish pygmie folk, and a 
 motley throng of blackamoors and dancing picka 
 ninny boys to acclaim them on this theyr first 
 march thro the town. 
 
 ^f They have come in the nick of time quoth Steven 
 Crane, we coming upon him in the midst of the 
 town, for he hatheth all Spaniards as they were 
 poison. He most cocksure how more frays and 
 mayhap bloody rebellion must soon follow, and 
 so gave but scant heed when I did bid him go 
 with us to behold them unearth the bones of 
 great Sir Cristopher Columbus in the church of 
 La Habana on the morrow, but in the end gave 
 me a hearty yea. 
 
 Dec. 2Oth. To the church and found there a 
 solemn throng of Spanish friars, troopers and offi 
 cers of the crown gathered to shew honour to 
 theyr great Admiral, now long dead and gone, 
 on his last voyage over seas, whilst the great bells 
 above be tolling for his proud soul. All them as 
 sembled thither highly curious to pry into the 
 casket hidden neath his noble monument of four 
 brazen friars bearing him aloft in his marble bier, 
 for tis a saying in this country how the bones of 
 noble Sir Cristopher did turn in his grave what 
 time his namesake, the flag shippe El Gran 
 Almirants Cristobal Colon was sunk off this island 
 by our Commodore Schley,f but on peering within 
 were sorely discomfited finding neither bones nor 
 documents, no not even the iron chains where 
 with he was disgraced alive, yet tis known that 
 in his last will and testament he did earnestly 
 
 enjoy n 
 
 ) Final stroke of the great naval victory off Santiago, 
 July 3, 1898. 
 
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 enjoyn his son, Sir Diego, nowise to forbear to 
 bury these selfsame chains with him to the ever 
 lasting shame and contumely of the King of 
 Spain. 
 
 ^[Thereat I privily confirmed in my mind that 
 these be not the true ashes of Sir Cristopher, they 
 lying lost elsewhere in the shuffle from one grave 
 yard to tother, mayhap on Saint Dominick,J his 
 island, where they last lay, mayhap at Sevilla or 
 mayhap in Valladolid, where they did first bury 
 him. 
 
 ^[ Twas a fair sight, albeit, this day to behold so 
 many late honours shewn to ye dead Admiral, 
 eight coal black mules drawing his hearse, with 
 horse and foot souldiers marching after to the 
 ruffle of drummers and booming shots of cannon 
 from the castle, and so brought him to the har 
 bour s edge and there saw the casket lowered into 
 a barge and taken aboard a fast sloop o war, El 
 Conde de Venadito, there to lie in state beside the 
 bodyes of those brave Spanish captains Sir Santo- 
 cildes and Linares lately slain in the warres. 
 ^f So home to dinner, deep in meditacion on the 
 vanity of all things, which I seldom am, but tar 
 ried at the Three Friars, Stephen Crane his chosen 
 tap room, to uprayd him for so light a breach of 
 his solemne promise, but he so far gone in dalli 
 ance with two morena damozels and at such losse 
 what to plead in his owne behalfe that he did 
 feign to be too deep in drink to know my face, and 
 so left him, nor knew how to explain his ill man 
 ners to my wife, waiting for me below in her 
 hackney coach. December 
 
 J San Domingo. For the long-pending controversy 
 concerning the last resting-place of Columbus* ashes, 
 see Frederick Ober s book on the subject. 
 
 Commanding generals at the battle of San Juan, July 
 2, 1898. 
 
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 December 2jtb. A sorry Yule tide away from 
 my home and our children, my wife weeping all 
 day as one bereft, nor no holy day for any one in 
 the Antilles. For this day laws be gone forth, to 
 put an end of all high carnivals, since the blacka 
 moor Cubanos can so little constrayn theyr pleas- 
 aunce at the Spaniard his downfall that they must 
 needs shoot off theyr deadly blunderbusses and 
 derringers at all hours of the night and day, and 
 now many lie ayling in the spittals sorely wounded. 
 
 Last day of the Tear. Up early and to the 
 Captain General his palace, || what he must quit 
 on the morrow to the lasting chagrine and sorrow 
 of all the Spanish King his people, and there sued 
 him for a passeporte wherewith to enter into 
 Morro Castle, to-morrow to stand bye when our 
 good flag is raised over the battlements and the 
 blood and gold standard of Leon and Castile be 
 pulled down for aye. 
 
 ^[ He receaveth me in stately courtesy, as a true 
 nobleman, and did tell me with a bitter smile how 
 my name be entered on his black list for an arrant 
 spy, as was privily told to me ere this by Master 
 Dawley,* the fire brand scribe, but now all is 
 forgiven in token whereof the Captain General 
 did give to me his own counterfeit presentment 
 for keepsake. Likewise he did furnish unto me 
 such passeportes I asked for, signed with his 
 hand and signet and bearing the royal seal of 
 Castille, but his clerk taking me aside enjoyneth 
 me, how all grants and privileges of the Crown of 
 Spain will go for naught on the morrow after the 
 
 stroke 
 
 || Capitan- General Castellanos, the last Spanish Gov 
 ernor of Cuba. 
 
 * Thomas Dawley, Jr., editor of the first English 
 newspaper published in Cuba and author of On the 
 Trail of Gomez. 
 
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 stroke of noon and biddeth me therefore go thither 
 provided with furthermore privileges granted by 
 our own gouverneur-general that is to be. So 
 parted from the Spaniards, theyr Captain General 
 leading me to his door, highly pleasant spoken and 
 courteous, tis what they call grandezza in the 
 Castilian lingo, and I into my coach and hence to 
 our own Generalissimo Fitzhugh Lee,-)- at his 
 country house Buena Vista. Tis the most hand 
 some house in that neighbourhood, where winter is 
 made green with noble king palms and summer 
 flowers ever in blossom, and so stating mine errand 
 to him did obtayn all that I asked, and will thus 
 properly play mine own part on the morrow come 
 what will. Thence back to La Habana, and after 
 a merry supper at the Hostelry of the Passage 
 way J on the Prado, to the Duke of Tacon his 
 play house and there saw a highly solemn tragedy 
 of the great playwright, Calderon, shewing how all 
 life be but a dream, a deep play forsooth and liked 
 me well, but tis the last play to be given at this 
 house in the Spanish tongue or with Spanish play 
 actors. Returning thence we strayed by the way 
 to glimpse into an open court where blackamoors 
 be dancing theyr wild savage measure with incon 
 tinent shouts of Cuba Libre, Cuba libre, Cuba 
 libre, what meaneth that they now hold themsleves 
 free to cast off all restraynt, poor fools. 
 ^f So endeth the year with rag, tag and bobtail, as 
 it begun, but God knoweth I be a changed man 
 from what I was of yore. 
 
 j- Officer of the American Confederate Army and 
 later American consul in Havana, installed as Governor- 
 General after the Spanish evacuation of Cuba. 
 
 | Hotel Passaje, so named from an arcade cutting 
 through its centre to the next strej 
 
 La Vida es Sueno. 
 
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