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the parlor, he in high good-humor. (He had brought in 100 [pounds] from
market, and handed it to his wife, with a �That�s better than if I
had stayed and spent it.�)    Also he had, according to time hon-
ored custom with him, brought home four pounds of sprouts (one exta
for me,) as he informed me; and Hannah presided at the frying
pan.         So time wore on, the wind blew gustily and chill outside,
the deep snow hid all the country, and multitudinous stars twinkled
icily above.        I stole a few minutes out o�doors to look at the scene,
the bare hedges, the tall skeleton poplars with the night wind shaking
them, the old, old house, with its snow hid thatch, and the light
twinkling in its casement, the snow lying some three feet deep under-
foot.     And then � oh how happy was it to enter to that fire side
again, with the kindly faces and loving hearts there.     Perhaps we
were less sad this evening than on a former one, as each one did his or 
her best to burk the dismals.       But when I said �Good Night�
to Hannah, and the door of my bed room door closed on as kind a
face and as pure a heart as is in this world, I could have sobbed to
think that a few brief weeks would see me on the cruel Atlantic, �
God knowing when we�ll meet again.
  9.  Friday.  Good bye to all, of which I shall say no more.
The snowy road, occasionally a trench cut through snow bulwarks.
Neithrop, and dinner.   Letters from New York.   One from Miss
Brown, Charley�s good old maiden sister, enclosing a letter to her
sister in Bond Street, and bidding me call, and take it.   Another
from Alf Waud, with news of fellows.   Hard times there, general
distress; work men holding meetings in the Park, Militia regiments under
arms in apprehension of riot.  �Picayune� keeps Alf�s head above water,               
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