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of the hill stood a mansion of superb magnificence. It was perfectly square, surrounded (for I thought I could see all around it) by a unclear of great beauty, and surmounted? by a cupola of perfect symetry. This mansion was white as the pure snow and shone with great brilliancey, while the cupola emitted flashes of glorious light from its gold and silver surface. I thought it the most lovely and peaceful place I had ever beheld and I said to myself-If the proprietor of that paradise is not happy where can happiness on earth be found. A turn in the road brought me in view of the gateway to the grounds, and the straight and narrow road leading to the mansion. In the gate stood one whom I had not seen since we were children together at Fort Snelling? unclear years ago-my foster sister Abby. She was dressed in pure radiant white robes and looked very beautiful. When I came within speaking distance she addressed me with the words "Welcome, brother Henry; I have been waiting for you some time. I am rejoiced to see you in this road. Come with me to the mansion." I thought that I made no reply, but unclear her proffered hand, pressed it warmly, kissed her, and then offered her my arm, which she took, and we proceeded toward the house in silence, she, with her right arm raised, point