Gives his thoughts on life and love. Transcription: Battery. Sultry, close atmosphere, a lazy swell scarcely stirring the oil-like water, and ever and anon summer lightning, shaped like a spiral fingered genii-hand appearing from the moonless sky. Music from the walls of Castle Garden awhile. Sate, thinking of past hopes, of Life, of Death and Immortality, gazing at the tranquil water. / It would seem at first glance harshly ordered that that first delicious boy-dream encountered by most in early life, ? ah how full of high hopes, and purity and deep heartfelt religion is it ? should never
Gives his thoughts on life and love. Transcription: Battery. Sultry, close atmosphere, a lazy swell scarcely stirring the oil-like water, and ever and anon summer lightning, shaped like a spiral fingered genii-hand appearing from the moonless sky. Music from the walls of Castle Garden awhile. Sate, thinking of past hopes, of Life, of Death and Immortality, gazing at the tranquil water. / It would seem at first glance harshly ordered that that first delicious boy-dream encountered by most in early life, ? ah how full of high hopes, and purity and deep heartfelt religion is it ? should never end in tangible happiness. [William] Shakspere ?s axiom ?ǣFor aught that I could ever read Could ever learn by tale or history The course of true love never did run smooth ? ? is a true one, and [Walter] Scott gives the right reason, in Peveril. Yet nevertheless it is so ruled, wisely. For, as from Death and Suffering and Sorrow sprung up infinite Sympathies, Heroisms, Kindnesses, what influence then has not a past love on the heart. Not Past Though ? present ever. Yet is it a sad thought ? to pass alone through life. [words crossed out]. Will it be my lot? / Called in at the ?ǣShades, ? a glass of ale with Mr [Joseph] Richardson, whom I found there, then to my room. 29. Thursday. Out boarding-house seeking all the morning. Called at [177] Canal, saw Mrs Homer [Alzina Hall]; called at [168] Duane, saw Dillon [Mapother]. Calling at [John N.] Genins got a ticket for Jenny Lind ?s concert this afternoon. So, dinner over set off to Castle Garden. The place filled, though not uncomfortably so. The audience presented a muffled appearance, the light and gay head-dresses of the women contrasting with the dark costume of the men. A noisy overture, and then Sacred Concert, Jenny Lind commencing with ?ǣI know that my Redeemer liveth. ? She has a wondrously sweet, pure, flexible voice, yet in power not as I had, perchance unwisely, imagined. Loath to say, Hunting has Title: Thomas B
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