Newberry Transcribe

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1864. Jack and I slept until about noon; then up and dressed and walked around city; then went to dinner with him. He is the same noble hearted YB that I had painted him. Williams came to the Bank after dinner and we went up to see Childs in the [[gus?]]. They came back and I stopped with Childs to ten, after which I went to call with him on Burton, at his beautiful home, which is almost regal in magnificence. He went down town with us, and I soon found him to be one of the best of the Y.B., as I soon found to be true. We spent a jolly time at Stoddards Bank, and then all went to the Fort, where we found the front parlor in readiness for us. Then began one of the most golorious times of my life. The females offer their best; while [[M__?]] is as tight as a brick Burton is a cuss, a regular "[[?]] on the jack." He will stay with me at the Syracuse House to-night. We drank wine, squeezed the females &c [[?the fat?]] until midnight, when we wended our way back to the city in the rain, and got wet through. Burton and I retired, but not to sleep. O! What a [proud?] boy he is. He loves me and I know I have found another dear one, to whom to pour out my soul. What a night we spent. It was nearly sunrise when we slept, but then we slept the quiet sleep of love, the sleep of lovers.

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1864. Jack and I slept until about noon; then up and dressed and walked around city; then went to dinner with him. He is the same noble hearted YB that I had painted him. Williams came to the Bank after dinner and we went up to see Childs in the [[gus?]]. They came back and I stopped with Childs to ten, after which I went to call with him on Burton, at his beautiful home, which is almost regal in magnificence. He went down town with us, and I soon found him to be one of the best of the Y.B., as I soon found to be true. We spent a jolly time at Stoddards Bank, and then all went to the Fort, where we found the front parlor in readiness for us. Then began one of the most golorious times of my life. The females offer their best; while [[M__?]] is as tight as a brick Burton is a cuss, a regular "[[?]] on the jack." He will stay with me at the Syracuse House to-night. We drank wine, squeezed the females &c [[?the fat?]] until midnight, when we wended our way back to the city in the rain, and got wet through. Burton and I retired, but not to sleep. O! What a [proud?] boy he is. He loves me and I know I have found another dear one, to whom to pour out my soul. What a night we spent. It was nearly sunrise when we slept, but then we slept the quiet sleep of love, the sleep of lovers.