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The days and weeks pass on unclear with me, in a sort of monotonous, dreamy way with little unclear variety or much of yet to life, except singing, in which I really take pleasure. I have practiced so much of unclear that I have much improved my knowledge and skill, and my voice too somewhat. I wish you would send me the notes and unclear of that little unclear song that you know; I can sing a new tune by note reasonably if not quite difficult. In church we sing in Mendelssohn collection; have you seen it? I have been to three long, fashionable parties of one of which after we left at eleven, some black musicians came with a guitar and fiddle and