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Sunday Morn. (June 11). Four o'clock A few words to the verbal information thou sentest me last night concerning thy poor old man; and then I rise from my seat, shake myself, refresh, new-dress, and so to my charmer, whom, notwithstanding her reserves, I hope to prevail upon to walk out with me on the Heath this warm and fine morning.
The birds must have awakened her before now. They are in full song. She always gloried in accustoming herself to behold the sun rise -- one of God's natural wonders, as once she called it.