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38 oh, revered old-lady, 'Tis the smell of stale kinnikennick smoke, the incense arising? from unwashed utensils & congregated greases, arising thro' the chinks of my lofty floor, from the kitchen beneath. Add to this, want of ventilation & a serenade in touching strains performed by a select band of Minnesota minstrels, vulgo?, Musquitos - such are the luxuries of travel! yet do we not appreciate home the more, we learn how others live & are happy, returning thanks for their enjoyments (!) yet we see grumblers in neat well ventilated whitewashed & carpeted garrets, eligibly situated in the most fashionable streets of our cities, Indeed, I have undergone a gradual descent in my accomodations since leaving