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Text for Page 029 [09-12-1849]

              that I lived and enjoyed the wondrous beauty of the scene.
Disembarkation. Laurel Hill. Up a country lane, that but
for the occasional note of a �Katy-did� might have been in the
heart of old England; then a walk along a hot dusty road, then 
got permitted to Enter the Cemetery, spite of my non-possession
of a ticket.	Well content could I be to lay there � in Laurel 
Hill Cemetery, when my �life�s fever�s o�er.� Monuments, incrip-
tions, many touchingly simple and in good taste, flowers, trees,
hill and rock and river, sunlight streaming around leaves � �Aye
now am I in Arden! �   An hour thus; then turned my face town-
wards, dining on bread and cheese and porter at a little road-side inn
nigh to the Cemetery.	  Little steamer again, Fairmount, great
contention among the jarveys in waiting as to whose vehicle I should go
in. 	The Exchange.   Looking about for a boarding house for an hour;
then to Mr. Stareaker�s.   Got three Manuscripts to illustrate.     To
David�s and tea. 		Seeing by the papers that �Romeo and
Juliet� was to be played at Burtons went thither. Fanny Wallack
as Juliet � don�t know who as Romeo, or I�d �write him down an ass. �
The piece was Garrick�s botch of Shakespeare, with all the Juliet-
awakening ��how cold it is�  scene.   Much of Juliet well played � but
the Mercutio done as well.	How deeply Shakespeare, even indiffer-
ently played, and perverted, can interest and carry all feelings of all
auditors along with him.   The old, old love story of the lovers of
Verona ; � family feuds, soul absorbing Love, the Italian girl,               
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