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Tuesday Nov. 1st 1864
The dark, gloomy, foggy, autumn days
have again returned and with them
returns that feeling of depression which
is here called the blues; and which cer-
tainly makes you feel miserable, and
makes many feel tired of life; especially
those who have nothing to look forward to
but a life of ceaseless toil, and vexation.
The sun scarcely ever makes his appearance
now, and the old city, always gloomy
is rendered still more so by the thick
fog which always hangs over it, and
which sometimes comes down so thick
and dense as to render locomotion extremely
difficult and dangerous. It is not a wet
fog, but a dry, smoky, suffocating fog, which
almost chokes you to breathe it, and
is of a peculiar orange tingt. It rains
now very often, and between fog and
rain the days seem to glide imperceptibly
away. I went to a lecture this evening at
the Milton St. Chapel, but the Rev. Dr.
Spence, but somehow the entertainment
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