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Jan. 1
1859 is ushered in with tears. How many thoughts present themselves when looking over the last twelve months. What has the Recording Angel written of me in his--book of -deeds. It is a saddening though--to remember for how many evil deeds and sullen words I will have to given an account. At Music Hall my first night in the new house and Emily is with me. The New Year has made us fast friends. What a cozy chat we had together that night over the fire. We both felt better acquainted before retiring for the night.
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