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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: down to the steamboat wharf to see the passengers land. It is strange how few good faces there are in the world, comparatively to the ugly ones. Scarcely a single comely one in all this collection. Then to the hotel. Barouches at the doors, and gentlemen and ladies going to drive, and gentlemen smoking round the piazza. The bar keeper had one of Benton's mint drops for a bosom brooch ! It made a very handsome one. I crossed the beach for home about sunset. The tide was so far down as just to give me a passage on the hard sand, between the sea and the loose gravel. The sea was calm and smooth, with only the surf waves whitening along the beach. Several ladies and gentlemen on horseback were cantering and galloping before and behind me. A hint of a story, some incident which should bring on a general war; and the chief actor in the incident to have something corresponding to the mischief he had caused. September 7. A drive to Ipswich with B . At the tavern was an old, fat, country major, and another old fellow, laughing and playing off jokes on each other, one tying a ribbon upon the other's hat. Onehad been a trumpeter to the major's troop. Walking about town, we knocked, for a whim, at the door of a dark old house, and inquired if Miss Hannah Lord lived there. A woman of about thirty came to the door, with rather a confused smile, and a disorder about the bosom of her dress, as if she had been disturbed while nursing her child. She answered us with great kindness. Entering the burial ground, where some masons were building a tomb, we found a good many old monuments, and several covered with slabs of red freestone or slate, and with arms sculptured on the slab, or an inlaid circle of slate. On one slate grave stone, of the Rev. Nathl. Rogers, there was a portrait of th...
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