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at which he preaches of afternoons.)  I sat and
listened and liked him, albeit I felt more clearly free
from the dark shadows of which have disfigured God
and happiness and humanity than I had for many a
day.   The door near me was open � I could see the sky
and beautiful peacefull country all the time.    And I knew
that God loved all of us and would assuredly damn none
of us.           The man�s name was Woodin.     I believe
Dicken�s is unjust and unfair in his Stiggins� & Chad-
bands.     I have never met anything like them in real life.
Very few men are base and bad enough to be thorough
hypocrites in religion.    Some there are of alloyed metal
no doubt, but they do believe what they preach for the most
part.        Back to the farm house and little Jenny. A
walk up a hill, overlooking Mr Eldredge�s farm.  It con-
sists of 60 ares.       In the orchard  getting apples with Jenny.
Day hot � sunny � beautiful � scarcely a breath of air stir-
ring.   Dinner at 3.        A placid cigar on the side stoop
with Mr E. afterwards.        Little Jenny running about,
the sunset shning like gold on the cornstacks and lighting
up the ruddy laughing apples on the orchard.   A peace-
ful and blessed scene.   Tis almost a pity to remove
little Jenny from it to the close town, and there will be
a heart-breaking scene when she has to part from the old
folks.      They both idolize her.   But her mother and father
have great good sense, and see and know that the child
will be spoilt by remaining thus.        Mrs E. Jenny, Mrs
Strong and two of her children go to New York on Thurs-
day.          To-bed early � read all through Lola Montez               
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