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Text for Page 188 [12-25-1855]

Master Edwards are discovered seated at a table, attired a la
Indian, engaged in a game of whist, which proceeds with much
gravity, only being diversified with an occasional triumphant yell.
Answer �Indian Rubber.�   Some four or five others followed, each
being highly successful.   Blind man�s buff and other Christmas
sports followed; among others, a paper bag filled with sweet-meats
being suspended, one among the company was blindfolded, and
suppled with a stick, and [thies?] made three blows at random,
until a chance one burst the bag, and a general scramble took
place for its contents.   The Christmas tree was lit up, and punch,
(of Pasterfamilias concoction, and of excellent quality) went round.
Songs were sung, and toasts given; Parton giving �The English
Army in the Crimea,� and Haney proposing me as �Our Saxon
friend.�    They were all kindly people, the girls pleasant-looking
the children happy and frolicksome; Old Edwards the very
bean ideal of the English �father of a family.�    Not till 2
o�clock did we turn out into the damp, drenching streets.
  26.  Wednesday.   An Hoboken stroll with Sol Eytinge
and W. Waud, or rather with the latter, (for Sol dropping
into Banner�s bar-room, remained there till our return.)   The
day was as cold as though the icy wind blew from the very heart
of the frozen north, and the Hudson all ruffled with foamy
waves.    They dashed and brawled among the piers and shipping
with a blusterous, confused roar, suggestive of terrible seas and
ships going down in the Atlantic.                        Letter writing continued.
  27.  Thursday.  Down town, to my room &c.  Another
letter from Mr Greatbatch.  He thinks of �buying out� a grocery               
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