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In the far off future, will ang. with sweet voices select any of my efforts to sing & play, because the words, blended with a unclear manic, unclear a fierce lion charms for them; & there, as far as I observe, render a sweet tribute to me? I pause; but no answer comes to these musings. Like many a query that many a meditative heart puts forth, mine has but the vague, trembling hope that only Hope can give.

Thursday. Feb. 24th --

One week ago to-day, brother William left us for Baltimore, where he expects to remain for some time. Of course, that afternoon, sister Lillie shed a few tears; & thought it rather hard that he should feel obliged to leave her again. But she is not the only one who has seen the day of parting: who has seen loved ones go forth, where the voice of duty spoke & was heeded. Spring, with its vernal charms -- Summer, with its flowering beauties, will come & go, before the husband & father expects to see his home again. I tell sister Lillie there is no knowing what may happen ere these seasons glide by. -- we can only hope for the best. And yet, I unclear a little to-day w/unclear. that which I know will come to pass in the ordinary