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Dec. 28-31
I am too poorly for church. Go to Clover Fields. Find Miss J.T. Gardner and Mary Walker there. Quite a dinner party on Tuesday. The good folks from Kinloch, Mr. Geiger and ourselves spend the night at Castalia. The last day of the old year. Spend it at Music Hall. Well another year has rolled over my head and I feel so thankful to be able to say that no changes have occurred that have caused me real sorrow. My many dear friends have all been spared to me and my days have rolled on serenely free from sorrow's tin alloy.
"What is a year? Tis but a turn
Of Time's old wagon wheel.
Is but a page upon the book
Which Death must shortly seal.
Tis but a step upon the road,
Which we must travel o'er.
A few more steps and we shall walk
Life's weary road no more!"
Of Time's old wagon wheel.
Is but a page upon the book
Which Death must shortly seal.
Tis but a step upon the road,
Which we must travel o'er.
A few more steps and we shall walk
Life's weary road no more!"
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