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Text for Page 221 [12-20-1853]

              overtaken by no car, walked the two miles, through the clear
frosty snow covered streets; musing not unhappily in many
matters.         To my quiet room, and not as last  night, to
lie awake for some three hours, restless Imagination roving every
where, scanning crowds of faces known now, in old time, at all
times; � speculations on the mightiest questions; Creation, Existence,
Salvation, � linked with every day plans of what I�d have to do
on the morrow.      Thoughts of home, of my Mother, of her dead
father and mother, � of a thousand things �             But this
night I sunk at once into sound, fatigue-induced sleep, little
exercise, had caused the walk to tire me.         And towards the mor-
ning I dreamt a dream.        Tis idle putting it down, but for
the latter part of it I must do it.            An incongruous business, ad-
mitting however an unadmittable silly sectarian sort of interpretation.
I was frightening, deriding people, running up and about
a great staircase, more or less mistily present, thus for a long
time; � there was a mighty venerable figure, impressed upon me
at the time as Michael Angelo�s Moses, I assaulted, threw
mire upon, I think.          And then suddenly I was humanized,
� somehow by the means and presence of Mary Bilton.        She
was with me, her face and presence so real � more so than
I can recall it in waking moments.      And I, � (it was under-
stood,)  was to be, at once, married to her.  My mother was
there, preparing her dress, and others, all about.   So distinct
was it, that in my dream I was reflecting on the most unlooked
for suddenness of it, of what Barth, Waud, Damoreau would
say, when they heard of my getting married.      I was striving to un-
derstand how it could be, thinking that indeed this termination               
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