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Text for Page 061 [05-05-1855]

lunacy will not last, and God grant it may not!     Poor fellow, 
it is very terrible.                          To Saint Martins le Grand
and saw Mrs Stone, in her bar.     Letters of more recent  date
than mine have been received from Boutcher, but all from Koni
juk, which he intended leaving on the tenth of last month.  /
  As I write, Time�s finger is moving the dial point on towards
midnight.   How is it with poor Price now?   Most probably in a
mad house cell, and strait-waistcoat, all alone, rowing ceaselessly,
and ever tossing that weary brain of his to and fro.  Oh ! weary
time ! God pity and recover him !
  6. Sunday.  Sam came to tea.  I, in the evening took
walk with him to Dulwich, his wife and Tilly accompanying
him part of the way.
  7.  Monday.  A letter from Mary Anne, with evil news.
Their house burnt down on April the Second, Mr Greatbatch being
absent in New York; little saved and they abiding for the pre-
sent at a neighbours.   They are very unfortunate.    /         Ned
back from Whitchurch, his employment there temporarily ending.
Note from Boutcher to George Clarke, (who supped with us yester-
night, during my absence.)    He, Boutcher expecting to be at Mar-
seilles by the 22nd.         Writing to Hannah for the greater part
of the day, in return for one of the kindest, frankest, most un-
affectedly thoughtful of letters, received by me on Saturday.   All
that day did I carry about its pleasant influences in my heart, nor
yet have the delicious thoughts abated.  I am yet learning to honor
and prize her at her true worth.   And not for her face or form,
(I have seen more beautiful ones, and never coveted to have them               
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