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              [note at top of page] For future particulars about Magruder, see last page
of volume 19.
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dance of the season, the inevitable �Lancers.�  So they
played again, and yet again, the final dance coming
off on the ramparts, in an exceedingly picturesque
manner.      Here I saw the acknowledged belle of New-
port, a Mrs Duncan, wife to a New York dry-goods
merchant, and her not less handsome sister, owning
the same name, though claiming Natchez Miss. as her
birthplace and residence.     Returning � our Ancient Mariner
by the bye, in charge of the boat had got disgusted at our
delay and set off without us, so we had to avail our-
self of another and a smaller, wherein we presented
rather a jammed up spectacle � I went to hear Henry
Russell, who gave a concert in Ocean Hall � the top-
most story of the �Colony� � where I heard the �Lancers�
being practiced every morning.                    Newport is a
�quaint, old-fashioned, quiet town� as Longfellow calls
it.       You won�t see half a dozen brick houses in a mor-
nings walk � all white and wooden.        The town proper
lies by the waterside, in a declivity, the island sloping
upwards inland.        I liked strolling on the quiet wharfs,
looking at the glad bright sea.            Being introduced to a
Mr Hammond, editor of the Newport News, I loafed
away a morning in his office.       I half envy these country
editors.          Letters, one from my mother (forwarded
from Bleecker Street) another from Mapother, and one
from Alf Waud, in reply to one written to him.   The copy
of my P. N. Y. B. H arrived at Rodney Buildings, with a
demand of � 1,, 16s postage!              Dillon�s tells of               
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