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The good fortune to get hold of a copy of Shelley's Works. I read Queen Mob at once. It was fully equal to my expectations. I never read after a poet whose Sentiments so exactly corresponded with my own. | The good fortune to get hold of a copy of Shelley's Works. I read Queen Mob at once. It was fully equal to my expectations. I never read after a poet whose Sentiments so exactly corresponded with my own. | ||
Wednesday Sept. 4th. Morning. I feel exceedingly joyful this morning. I am sitting by the Minnesota river just at the edge of the water. The Sun in his golden splendor has just risen. Hi rays are in glory reflected by the white sand rocks that are crowned by the almost classic walls of Ft. Snelling. Oh! the scene is too beautiful for description. | Wednesday Sept. 4th. Morning. I feel exceedingly joyful this morning. I am sitting by the Minnesota river just at the edge of the water. The Sun in his golden splendor has just risen. Hi rays are in glory reflected by the white sand rocks that are crowned by the almost classic walls of Ft. Snelling. Oh! the scene is too beautiful for description. Evening. We had a religious discussion to day with our drill Sergeant who it seems is afflicted with the halucination that there is a God. * While we were resting he said something about God when Wentworth the long haired added: "That is, if there is any God." The Sergeant seemed amazed and in true Christian spirit exclaimed "you brute." A discussion followed in which the Sergt. was worsted. | ||
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The good fortune to get hold of a copy of Shelley's Works. I read Queen Mob at once. It was fully equal to my expectations. I never read after a poet whose Sentiments so exactly corresponded with my own.
Wednesday Sept. 4th. Morning. I feel exceedingly joyful this morning. I am sitting by the Minnesota river just at the edge of the water. The Sun in his golden splendor has just risen. Hi rays are in glory reflected by the white sand rocks that are crowned by the almost classic walls of Ft. Snelling. Oh! the scene is too beautiful for description. Evening. We had a religious discussion to day with our drill Sergeant who it seems is afflicted with the halucination that there is a God. * While we were resting he said something about God when Wentworth the long haired added: "That is, if there is any God." The Sergeant seemed amazed and in true Christian spirit exclaimed "you brute." A discussion followed in which the Sergt. was worsted.