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                                                                                                          Monday Morning May 25

And so I am no more to fancy I see you in the old Sagetown house. I don't know how to place you in the new one: you must be very exact in your descriptions, for its everything in thinking of home to be able to place the "loved ones." I don't think then that I shall ever be able to place you any where else than in the little narrow house which has at times been so chuck full of happiness, and must ever be held sacred in Memory on account of the deep griefs which we have suffered there. I am carried back, as I think of your leaving that house to the time long, long- so far back! when you looked at me so witchingly on the door step, after blinding me almost with the snow ball and all the way down to the present time, the Panorama moves before me, jerking its way along, now turning back- now stopping to allow of the introduction of side scenes; and when I come down to the present time, after reviewing the whole, there do I feel like praising God, that he has been so good to us, and especially, that though