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for a week together ? You wonder for a few moments, 

 as you recall the Betsey or Susan he extols ; for, if the 

 truth is to be spoken, you have, as it were, shed tears 

 for him when you thought of his yoke. Well, that is 

 the true way : let him make her a swan, even if she is 

 not much of a duck. 



We stopped at Rowsley for Miss F., who was to come 

 there by rail from Elmhurst Hall. She brought the Lon- 

 don Times, which gave us the first news of the terrible 

 catastrophe in Washington. We would not believe 

 that the shot was to prove fatal. It did not seem pos- 

 sible that President Garfield's career was to end in such 

 a way ; but, do what we could, the great fear would not 

 down, and we reached Chatsworth much depressed. 

 Our Fourth of July was a sad one, and the intended 

 celebration was given up. Fortunately, the news be- 

 came more encouraging day after day, so much so that 

 the coaching party ventured to telegraph its congratu- 

 lations through Secretary Blaine, and it was not until 

 we reached New York that we knew that a relapse had 

 occurred. The cloud which came over us, therefore, 

 had its silver lining in the promise of recovery and a 

 return to greater usefulness than ever. 



We stopped to visit Haddon Hall upon our way to 

 Chatsworth, but here we come upon tourists' ground. 

 Every one does the sights of the neighborhood, and 

 readers are therefore respectfully referred to the guide- 

 books. We had our first dusty ride to day, for we are 



