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Jan. 1
"New Years!
Thy proffered hand I take.
With thee thy pilgrimage to make
As ere thy hastly months have fled
Perchance to slumber with the dead.
What ere my fortune lot may be
Which thou canst not reveal to me
To him who rules o'er earth and sky
Cheerful I yield my destiny.
May He my footsteps live attend
And crown me at my journey's end."
Thy proffered hand I take.
With thee thy pilgrimage to make
As ere thy hastly months have fled
Perchance to slumber with the dead.
What ere my fortune lot may be
Which thou canst not reveal to me
To him who rules o'er earth and sky
Cheerful I yield my destiny.
May He my footsteps live attend
And crown me at my journey's end."
New Years Day bright and clear, a fair promise for the future. As a matter of course everyone turns over a new leaf desiring that another year may find them wiser and better. My good intentions are countless. Oh, that they may not all go to swell that myriad that already pave the way to a bad place! Hear Sue Bacon has arrived in Virginia. Made some molasses pies .... Hear also that Uncle Sam [Arrowsmith] has appeared among the Castalians and they all with Sue Stanford [Bacon] purpose coming to see us on Sunday. Henry (Lewis)came down to meet the party from the lower neighborhood but we are all much disappointed to find it snowing hard on Saturday. We will miss seeing Uncle Sam as his stay in Virginia will be short . ....
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