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by six o'clock. The daily routine? of life furnished no variety or incidents worth recording. All days were alike; even Sundays were devoted to business, and all fear of God, and thoughts of a future state were banished from my mind. To soon does man forget the Giver of every good and perfect gift when He gives unclear. Work, work, work; business, business, business was the all absorbing labor of mind and body. My dear wife still assisted me with her pen and pencil or in the work I brought home to do at night. Thinking of nothing else, I was quite happy in having steady employment and in seeing her happy. The second year brought improvement in the business, and also in my income. The nature of my duties was also somewhat enlarged, but the hours of labor were the same from eight o'clock in the morning until one o'clock midnight. By this however, I was enable to take half a house and make my dear wife more comfortable in domestic matters, while she was no longer obliged to toil to make a decent appearance. The third year improved upon the second, and although my duties to Mr. A- wore still farther enlarged, yet I found time to write and publish my first volume on the "Art of Photography"-the first book of the kind published in this country. I also found time to invent a camera boy? for the purpose of taking Daguerreu?