Fearing that I might not succeed in managing them, I procured some hairs from C.'s head.

I at length got all in, crossing the five perpendicular ones with a horizontal one from C.'s spinning-wheel....

As to my acquiescing in this strange step, I told Mr. Ellice (who expressly said that the thing was renewable three-yearly) that I consider'd such a grant as almost equivalent to the lost pension, as from C.'s appearance and the representations of the Gilmans, I scarce could think C.'s life worth 2 years' purchase.

As to my acquiescing in this strange step, I told Mr. Ellice (who expressly said that the thing was renewable three-yearly) that I consider'd such a grant as almost equivalent to the lost pension, as from C.'s appearance and the representations of the Gilmans, I scarce could think C.'s life worth 2 years' purchase.

At this moment Mr. C.'s voice sounded in the hall and he came running upstairs, whistling gaily.

I presume this was the fact, for I am certain that the change in the project did not arise from any feeling in Mr. C.'s mind unfriendly, or even indifferent to you.

On the following morning Mr. C.'s gig came for us, and we drove out to his residence.

At half past eight o'clock, we resumed our seats in Mr. C.'s phaeton, and by the nearest route across the country, returned to Lear's.

The 'Mrs. Turner' spoken of in Mr. C.'s letter, is the wife of Hon.

To reach the estate, which lies in a beautiful valley far below Mr. C.'s mountainous residence, we were obliged to go on foot by a narrow path that wound along the sides of the precipitous hills.

We heard of this circumstance on the day of Mr. C.'s commitment, and we were told that it would probably go very hard with him on his trial, and that he would be very fortunate if he escaped the gallows or transportation.

He stated to the governor that the apprentices on the estate where he lived were lazy and wouldn't do right, but he declared that it was not Mr. C.'s fault, for that he was not allowed to come on the estate!

Papa read, at the close, a sort of prophetic poem of Mrs. C.'s, which she wrote a year or more ago, of which I should like to send you all a copy, it is so good in every sense.

Neither papa nor I feel quite up to the mark to-day; we probably got a little cold at Mrs. C.'s grave, as the wind blew furiously, and the hymn, and prayer, and benediction took quite a time.

I spent a part of last evening in writing an article about Mrs. C.'s poem for the Sabbath at Home, and have a little fit of indigestion as my reward.

It is a glum, cold, lowering morning, but the C.'s are going to see the Frenches at West Point, and Miss Lyman at Vassar.

On the high C.'s 482 Patriot Pig (The) 116 Trump Suit (The) 180 LIAS, A. G. Necromancers (The) 36 LIPSCOMB, CAPT.

Mr. A. himself and his present wife would also be the late Mrs. B.'s and present Mrs. C.'s court relations.

To-day we had another baptism at Miss C.'s.

" Very pleasant, too, to meet with his friends, other M. C.'s, who paid her deference on his account.

" The MS. copy of this poem sent to Coleridge probably lacked the explanatory line, 'Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth,' as another MS., in the possession of the poet's grandson, lacks it; and the line was possibly addedas the late Mr. Dykes Campbell suggested"in deference to S. T. C.'s expression of puzzlement.

C.'s persistency went on before and after 1848.

[Footnote U: Compare S. T. C.'s 'Essays on his own Times', p. 585.Ed.]

She could not shed tears, deeply as she felt; she must save all her strength and bear that gnawing misery which Herbert Bowater's mention of J. C.'s brothers had inflicted upon herbear it in utter uncertainty through the night's journey, until the train stopped at Wil'sbro' at eleven o'clock, and her father, to whom she had telegraphed, met her, holding out his arms, and absolutely crying over her for joy.

What the reader has to remember is that the Notes are material used by C. in his creative activity and as such it throws a great deal of light on C.'s mentality and process of working.