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We went up to the churchyard to watch the sunset 

 clouds, strolled down to the bridge, and when it grew 

 dark we went "home." Our hostess borrowed a yester- 

 day's paper, as we were anxious for the latest news from 

 the President, and after reading we crocheted and 

 chatted. The good lady opened her heart to us, and 

 freely poured forth her lifetime joys and sorrows. 

 Speaking of the children and grandchildren reminded 

 her how much she enjoyed the seraphine in the other 

 room when they visited her. We said we would like to 

 try it, when she eagerly proposed having it brought into 

 the sitting-room, where it was warm. We moved it for 

 her, and sang through all the psalm-tune and Moody and 

 Sankey books we could find. Our friend was very grate- 

 ful, and when at a late hour we proposed removing the 

 instrument to its proper place, she said, "Oh ! leave it, 

 and perhaps you will sing one more tune in the morning.'* 

 We rested well on a feather bed, in an unpretentious 

 room, with odds and ends of furniture and ware which 

 would tempt the enthusiastic relic hunters, and break- 

 fasted in the kitchen. While waiting for Charlie, we 

 sang another gospel hymn, and the good lady once more 

 thanked us, saying she always liked to take care of good 

 people, and really rather "put up" a gentleman than a tin 

 peddler. 



The day was misty and disagreeable, but on we went, 

 imagining the charms of Sunapee Lake on a bright, 

 sunny day, as we followed its shores, and resting and 

 writing at Newport. Here, too, we again considered our 

 course, but with no inclination to face about. We talked 

 of going to Claremont and following the river, but were 



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