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              of summer landscape, the placid Hudson, all bright and clear, save
where a cloud�s shadow rested, or moved  silently.   Far away the distant
sails & shipping, and now a steamer ploughing the bright water,
& at rare intervals a locomotive rushing by.        Satiated with the beauty
of the scene, a ramble through the house.   Picture leaning against wall,
some articles of furniture, covered up; dust, paper littered about, a
tall mirror, and the sun-sheen through the windows.             To the
Library, and there in the window embayment, with open casement; &
fronting me a bushy cedar clump, the ploughed land, rail, rock &
river, the twitter of birds, the hum of insects for sounds, (also the
fresh rustle of the leaves);  sate drawing all day.   A good library, though
mostly of works incidental to the Stage.             All alone, and very peace-
ful and glad at heart .   But two interruptions, one  Forrest & a friend
who came in the afternoon, ( he in gentleman costume this time,) he greeting
me pleasantly.    Another, the man Abraham, (also well dressed), at about 4,
who told me he was off, giving me directions for door closing, when I left.
At 6, I left, walked back to Yonkers and supper.     Strawberries
& cream equal to Thursdays least.   Then a bathe in the Hudson, as
the flaming day god�s hair of gold sunk below the horizon, a thoughtfully
happy ramble back, and to bed, being tired.
  15. Sunday. After substantial breakfast of ham & eggs, sate writing
awhile, and then strolled out, skirted the bank of the Hudson northwards,
a volume of Washington Irving in pocket, to be chipped into, sitting on
a small rock by the river side.    Returned to dinner at an hour past noon, 
and then, reading in my room.   Drew a little.  Supper over, sallied
out, and bathed.   Cigar & brandy-smash & papers, in the bar room, then
up stairs to write this, and bed.  /                     This present, is one of those
happy times memory will joy to retrace in the future.   Much have I to be               
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