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Text for Page 088 [04-26-1851]

              testified of the coming in the sweet of the year.    Sketching, seated on the huge
cromlech-like stone, a warm suns rays on the rear, trees and sky and rustling
gentle breezes setting the tops of the grass trembling about me. And deep peace
in my heart.  Returned at sunset.   /                 The little woman hath
just signified unto me that she has let the room I now occupy to a 
married couple,  wherefore, as there�s no present vacancy in other rooms I
must clear out. I think it is the ^|not| true reason.    Well.  I wonder
what the next place will be?
  27 Sunday.  Drawing pleasurably during the greater part of the morning. Homer
Hall with me.  A walk together ere dinner by the North River.    Afternoon
reading stories by Washington Irving in the Knickerbocker magazine. Evening Cross
called, and with him and Homer, out for a walk.   Cross leaving us, we strolled
down Broadway, up the length of the Bowery, and back to Canal.     The boy
Andersons called in the afternoon.
  28. Monday.  Commenced a story for Andrew�s �Porcupine� as agreed �The B�hoys
in London, or How Ike Chivvles went to the World�s Fair.� Scribbling all the morning,
and after dinner induced by mine own liking and Homer Hall, to Hoboken, he
taking the gun with him.   To the old spot, where after the steep ascent he wan-
dered off intent on �sport,� I to my true pleasure.       Drawing peacefully for
two hours or so when he returned with two [word crossed out] birds he had killed. 
birds are they, of a warm brown plumage speckled with white.  They lie on
the table before me now, each with a hideous blood-spatch upon his innocent breast;
[words crossed out].     I detest this indifference to ^|taking| the lives of the harm
less creatures, whether manifest in the cold-blooded angler or other votary
of miscalled sport.       And the triumph is very paltry � a poor bird,
with his free, happy intensity of liberty, which who has not envied many
a time; � you take all the world he knows so well to enjoy, perchance
aye � certainly better than you do, and for what.  A dull moment of grati-               
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