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our Creator knows and we may � someday.
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  A lowering chilly day.     I had been in-doors all
Thursday and felt feverish and nervous.          Walked
up to 27th Street and called on Bellew.            After-
noon in doors, and evening at Mrs Jewells.
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  I must put down, here, one of the oddest and most
revolting things I ever heard.    On the day of Ellen
Levison�s funeral, one of the women present, a �friend�
of the family, said to the bereaved mother �Oh! Mrs
L, do let me know when you remove Ellen to Green-
wood.   It�s so long since I�ve had a good cry that
I should like to come!�                      It was using
the dead child�s body as a substitute for an onion.
  21.  Saturday .  M�ller, a German sculptor,
who had some acquaintance with Levison, came to
take a cast of his face, which, Mrs L consenting
to, was performed, myself being present.    The
countenance was more sharply defined, the nose more
prominent, the forehead seemingly higher than in life.
First the operators oiled and buttered the countenance,
then passed a string down the face centrally, from fore-
head to chin, and then poured on a suffiency of
plastor of paris to form a thick mask.      This when
nearly solid was divided in two by pulling the string
through it.      Held up, the reversed likeness was quite
startling.       The operation took place in the smaller               
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