Daily Colonist (1893-10-29) . his wife a landlady with a quiver in hervoice and no idea of keeping house. Yousee such cases everywhere, but morehere perliaps. More people connectedby the eyelids with the EstablishedChurch die hero or lose their jobs andleave witless relatives to cling to world-ly people who are on ealaries than else-whoro perhaps. 1 am sensitive to tho cold, and Englandis cold. Ieoplo who are used to it, ofcourse, do not mind it, but to dwell withthis never dying chill at ones heart, sur-rounded by a pall of shivers and dark-ness, and darkness such as to-day i)er-vades my room
Daily Colonist (1893-10-29) . his wife a landlady with a quiver in hervoice and no idea of keeping house. Yousee such cases everywhere, but morehere perliaps. More people connectedby the eyelids with the EstablishedChurch die hero or lose their jobs andleave witless relatives to cling to world-ly people who are on ealaries than else-whoro perhaps. 1 am sensitive to tho cold, and Englandis cold. Ieoplo who are used to it, ofcourse, do not mind it, but to dwell withthis never dying chill at ones heart, sur-rounded by a pall of shivers and dark-ness, and darkness such as to-day i)er-vades my room, and confronted by sucha fire as I have, is the kind of thing thatmakes one beg for death or an earlysteamer. My lire is made in an iron sconce justbig enough to liold a black brick. Thisbrick is coal dust and dirt mixed withtar or New Orleans molasses or some-thing and then compressed. It is as in-Combustible as a Belgian block, andwhen in its wild fury it tufns red and isreally in its meridian it is as fiercely hotas a new. ?CLAKEMCC IOINTINO OUT PLACE-S OF IKTEKEST. I ask Clarence to stir it up, but he wellasks how one can stir a brick that iswedged in the chimney. I ])ut on more•overcoats and sit on my feet. They areso chilled that I am most afraid 1 willtake cold sitting on them. Last iSaUbath I attended divine serv-ices at Wffltininstor abbey and wore mynew clothes made here. There was aslight flutter of pleasure, 1 fancied, as 1passed down the aisle. Tho clothes ar(!not BO loud as .some that 1 was temptedto get. What 1 wore was a subdued orsort of protested check made in a boxplait jacket, with hat of eanie, trousershalf tiglit fitting—i. o., tight below theknee and very fnll above—plaid tennisshoos and white spats. Westminster abhey has a good choirof siiigeis, who live here in town, andan organ that is paid for. Tho voice ofthat organ was very comforting to mo,a stranger with sweet memories onlyfor company, and on its velvet mantle ofniolody my heart rose. 1 bel
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