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ray lecture, having taken a ticket for the course of the Mer-
cantile.     By eight o�clock, the time at which the Lecture commen-
ced, the church was everywhere filled, many persons standing.
I saw Parton there.     Sitting in my pew, beside an amiably faced
young fellow, and feeling very lonely, I thought of the contrast
presented by the present aspect of my life and that of the lecturer.
I, standing on a four poor dollars, which surface is rapidly lessen-
ing, being nibbled away by Time, day by day, am half hopelessly
scribbling, � he, wise, and successful, has achieved the highest sort
in the craft, � beside Charles Dickens.     Thackeray is a tall,
large, firmly built man, with flowing white hair, and healthy
color, � I could not distinguish his features.   He reads well,
without attempting eloquence.     The subject of the Lecture was George
the First, of England.   I shall not attempt to Boswellize it, 
tempting as the opportunity is, for I should but do it indifferent
  {2. Friday       Wretchedness continued.  Sometimes writing on
  3. Saturday}       fiercely, sometimes unable to pen a line. Think
ing of North�s suicide, not with any intention of doing the same,
but a horrid dread of being unable to preserve any reason and
then ��. Whitelaw up once.           A letter from home delivered
on Saturday afternoon.  From my mother, and my sisters.
There letters speak of pleasant country rambles; of Kenil-
worth, Stratford on Avon, Edge Hil, the prettiest of all pretty
villages � Great Tew, and of Chacombe.  They write kind,
sunny letters, and both praise Hannah.           How lovely, from
this, my lonely room, looks that fair, peaceful England,               
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