eard since.

While editing _Graham's Magazine_, I had one day a space to fill. In a
hurry I knocked off "Hans Breitmann's Barty" (1856). I gave it no
thought whatever. Soon after, Clark republished it in the
_Knickerbocker_, saying that it was evidently by me. I little dreamed
that in days to come I should be asked in Egypt, and on the blue
Mediterranean, and in every country in Europe, if I was its author. I
wrote in those days a vast number of such anonymous drolleries, many of
them, I daresay, quite as good, in _Graham's Magazine_ and the _Weekly
Bulletin_, &c., but I took no heed of them. They were probably
appropriated in due time by the authors of "Beautiful Snow."

I began to weary of Philadelphia. New York was a wider field and more
congenial to me. Mr. Cummings had once, during a financial crisis,
appealed to my better feelings very touchingly to let my salary be
reduced. I let myself be touched--in the pocket. Better times came, but
my salary did not rise. Mr. Cummings, knowing that my father was
wealthy, wanted me to put a large sum into his paper, assuring me that it
would pay me fifteen per cent. I asked how that could be possible when
he could only afford to pay me so very little for such hard work. He
chuckled, and said, "That is the way we make our money." Then I
determined to leave.

Mr. George Ripley and Charles A. Dana, of the _Tribune_, were then
editing in New York _Appletons' Cyclopaedia_. Mr. Ripley had several
times shown himself my friend; he belonged to the famous old band of
Boston Transcendentalists who were at Brook Farm. I wrote to him asking
if I could earn as much at the _Cyclopaedia_ as I got from the
_Bulletin_. He answered affirmatively; so we packed up and departed. I
had a sister in New York who had married a Princeton College-mate named
Thorp. We went to their house in Twenty-second Street near Broadway, and
arranged it so as to remain there during the winter.

In the _Cyclopaedia_ rooms I found abundance of work, though it was less
profitable than I expected. For after an article was written, it passed
through the hands of six or seven revisers, who revised not always
wisely, and frequently far too well. They made their objections in
writing, and we, the writers, made ours. I often gained a victory, but
the victory cost a great deal of work, and of time which was not paid
for. Altogether, I wrote about two hundred articles, great and small,
for the _Cyclo