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February, [Centered] Monday, 4 3. [Right] 1873

Today I received a long letter from Bayard Brasher. It is a very long and interesting letter. I also received a letter from Mary today. She writes in a great hurry with “Papa’s terrible ink and one of his big pens” and her misery is great. She says that on Friday the 31st wed. She went “To the Clauna Gael ball held in Irving Hall” and here no doubt like Mr. Pegotty when he says to Agnes and David “It’s a mort of water, fur to come across, and on’y stay a matter of fower weeks. But water (‘specially when ‘tis salt) comes nat’ral to me; and friends is dear, and I am heer.-Which is verse, though I hadn’t such intentions,” many composed verse though she “hadn’t such in intentions.” Among those whom she met there were Gen. Bourke O’Donovan Rossa H. Mulleda J. O’Connor Myles O’Brien and J. McClure. Altogether she seems to be enjoying herself. Sixty years ago today the Inquisition was abolished in Spain. The Jews ought to celebrate this day as a second deliverance from the gentiles. I have just three lines left to say something. Miss Mowcher with her “Scraps of the Russian Prince’s nails” fell before me and involuntarily I exclaim “Bow Swore.”

[Centered] Tuesday 4

This is the eighty third anniversary of Galuani;s birthday. Had now that we come to examine into the celebrities from in this short lived month we find them neither few in number nor small in name. Robert Peel, Ale Bull, Chas. Dickens, I Harrison, H. Lincoln, Copennicus, Washington, and Longfellow are all claimed by youthful Feb. Yesterday or today I received a letter from Jas. Purssell Jr. It referred to base ball matters.

[Centered] Wednesday, 5

Robert Peel was born on the fifth of February 1788. I do not know much about Mr. Peel and the bury-what I do know is not such as would inspire me write any love for him. If I remember nightly it was Peel who by his cruelty led the unfortunate Chatterton to commit suicide. Ale Bull was also born om the fifth of February. 1810 saw this wonderful violinist make his bow to the wored that wored whose members were to staud astonished by the beauty the strength and the melody with which this disciple of Paugauninni was to invest his loved instrument.

[Centered] Thursday, 6.

“Good bye William God bless you.” With these words of his loved Helen singing in his ears the lover had torn himself away to seek his fortune. But a short time before had he won her heart and it almost broke his heart to leave her. Both were poor and William was too honorable to claim Helen’s hand before he could bring her to a comfortable home. Years had passed. Helen had not heard from her future husband for months and months. Hope was still within her breast and day after day expected she to hear his well known slip to welcome that well beloved form still more years had passed away and with their flight had also flown the last glimmering spark of hope. Helen had grown older and older as the years had rolled on. At present she was a woman who though young in years seemed old. William all this time had labored hard and amassed a large sum of money. He bastens homewards lands and at last stands before that house. He rushes in and sees her sitting up night in the chair. His look of joy is changed to one of frenzy as he calls upon his Helen. She is dead and he – both are gone to the throne of their creator.