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Text for Page 198 [09-12-1858]

Ashton Place, from thence, after another
hour or more, took a rail-car ride down town, and
the boat for Staten Island.  A lovely day.  To the Pagoda,
saw the Swinton its proprietor and Swinton pere.  Then
a five mile tramp in the interior, hot; but pleasant.
Arrived at Alfred Swinton�s farm, found him and
children (three of them) his wife being sick of remit-
tent fever.   Ate largely of water melons & bread and but-
ter, talked with Swinton, went out with him through his
woods to see the hill-site on which he projects building
a house. (I don�t think the place can be healthy � Swinton
himself was put to bed for four months last year by
the same disease now troubling his wife.    There�s swampy
ground adjacent.)    Tramped back, the evening growing
a little damp at sunset: to New York and walked
up town, fed at Florence�s & Honey�s and then parted
at our boarding house doors � he going to Mrs Jewell�s.
  A pleasantly spent day altogether.  I fancy he seemed
just a little less prone to indulge his old humor of talk-
ing ill-conditioned of things and folk-condemning �em.
Yet hard times and the difficulty of supporting a fami-
ly, tell upon him, as they well may.    He talks anxious-
ly at times; and will never quite get over the effects
accruing from the great error of his life.   Her, I doubt
not, he loves as much of as ever.   Nor is he anyway
repentant beyond a sort of dogged impression that it�s
a pity they came together under such circumstances.   He
appears to admit that he has and must still pay
the price of it, and to be sulkily content to do so.     He               
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