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and I accompanying him in the chaise. I felt a little guilty about this side, for, for the last two or three months I have been kept very carefully from the evening air, but I wrapt up warm and took no cold, indeed, my cough is now nearly well. Wednesday we had great hopes that Aunt Woodman would make her appearance, as Aunt Hadlock was very desirous to see her, but the cars came and didnt bring her, and in the quarter before ten train Emmie and I went out intending to find her if she was in Charleston, and do some shopping in Boston. The cars left us in Charleston, and we made our way straight to Clara Keyes. Poor Clara is having a very suffering time, having had I believe, seventy-one sores either break or lanced on her breast - there is great reason to fear that she will never recover, but that it will terminate in a cancer or something of that kind. We did not see her, but we saw her baby, a beautiful, little bright-eyed girl, eight months old, named Mary Electa, but called Mary Ella; little Clara; our dear cousin Abbie Stacy, and Uncle Woodman. Aunt Woodman had not returned from Dorchester, where they feared that she was detained by sickness. After our call there we went in an omnibus to Boston, where we visited sundry stores, some of them magnificent great ones, others not so large, but not one of them do I think it would

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be possible for me to find again. Emmie made sundry purchases and among other things bought materials for a black silk bonnet for Aunt Sarah and a brown lawn one for herself. Then we went into a saloon and took an ice-cream and piece of cake, took an omnibus to the depot and returned in the three oclock train. Thursday all day, I stayed at home and began to operate on the new bonnets, and Emmie carried Aunt Hadlock to Charleston. I took great credit to myself in the evening for refraining from going down to the pond to see Neptune swim, on account of the dampness. Friday morning Emmie wanted to go to Mrs Potter's to see if she could borrow a riding habit, so I accompanied her, but as I didn't want to go in took my book, and stayed in the grove, a most beautiful place, part of the time reading, and part of the time walking around. After we returned from there and before we had taken off our bonnets we saw two ladies approaching with very delighted faces and who should they prove to be on nearer view but Aunt Osgood and Abbie. Of course we were all highly delighted particularly as after dinner Aunt Woodman also made her appearance. It is enough to do anybody good to see the three sisters together, they all take so much pleasure in each others society, and I dont see as either of aunts have grown a day older, than when I saw them last, five years ago. In the evening we had another ride

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Henry as before on horse back, Mrs Potter, Abbie, Emmie and I in the buggy. It was past nine when we returned and Aunt Osgood and Abbie both slept with me. Abbie I should almost have thought was Hannah herself while in bed, - she was just like her, even to leaving her sleeve for me to button. Saturday Aunts Osgood and Woodman took the ten oclock train for Charlestown, and shortly after Aunt Sarah, Aunt Hadlock and Abbie in the buggy with Patrick dressed up and looking as nice as any gentleman to drive, and Emmie and I in the chaise, all set out for Mount Auburn. The ride was beautiful, and the place was beautiful. We had not a great deal of time to spend there, but we saw some of the most beautiful of the monuments, among others that of the little Binney girl, which is now protected by glass, and another of little Frank, the likeness of a little boy four years old, some very large and expensive ones, and one which pleased us greatly, was not yet put up. It was the statue of a woman weeping over a little girl. The face of the woman was concealed, but the hand and arm which surrounded the child was very, very beautiful, and the face of the child was most lovely. We also went into the chapel there, which is a most elegant building, the glass of the window being beautifully painted, and making a somewhat subdued but pleasant light.

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From Mount Auburn, Aunt Hadlock and Abbie took an omnibus for Boston, and the rest of us returned home, where I finished the two bonnets, apparently much to the satisfaction of all concerned. In the evening we were to attend Ole Bull's last concert in Boston, so about five oclock we took the buggy with Patrick in his new coat and standing dickey to drive, and made the best of our way to Boston, stopping at Charlestown to inquire for Clara Keyes, who is no better yet. First we went to Henry's store but he had left there, having gone to the stable to meet us. So we went to the stable stopping on the way to do some shopping, Emmie buying the materials for me to make myself a bonnet just like hers. Near the stable we found the young man, and went with him to Mrs Haven's I believe, where we had a cup of coffee and piece of pie, - then a little more shopping, a call at a picture store, and the concert - The concert was grand, - delightful, magnificentI never heard of any of the same kind before, and therefore probably enjoyed it more than I should otherwise have done - but I will not attempt a description of it, for I have been writing a good deal that I had better have omitted today. It was a beautiful starlight night to ride home in, and nearly twelve before we got here. The consequence of such late hours was that it was nearly nine this morning before I got fairly awake, and about ten before we were all

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ready to take breakfast. This morning Henry, Emmie and I went to hear Mr Horton, their minister. I cannot blame Henry much for not liking to go twice a day to hear him, for though all that he said was very good, it seemed to be wholly without spirit or life. The text was - I forget the precise words and the place but something like this. "There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth when you shall see Abraham and Isaac and all the prophets in the kingdom, and you yourselves thrust out." Yesterday I had a long letter from Hannah and Mary. There is some talk about my going to New York with Aunt Hadlock and it is waiting for Henry to make up his mind. I should exceedingly like to go.

Heard Mr Horton again this afternoon from Hebrews, 12, 14. "Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord." He spoke first of peace, as being expressly enjoined in the Bible, then more particularly of holiness. Holiness is not mere morality, a man may lead a perfectly moral and upright life, and yet be destitute of holiness. It is not religious knowledge, though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, it profiteth me nothing. It is not a profession only. Holiness is a likeness to the character of God. Be ye holy, even as I am holy. He then spoke of the reasons why without holiness it would be impossible to enjoy