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12/30,1900 My dear Mother Amid the frightful gales of yesterday and this morning, with the broils and petty warfares; the closing year of this century is evidently bent on going out like a lion. (a British one. When I look back over the past few months, and recall to mind the great change that has come over me, I wonder. My present position I am thankful for, my plans for the future I hope for. The climb up we know so well, is steep, and rough; and everything depends on the climber. I have started as you know my French, and Tuesday shall commence drawing in a life school. The English seem to have survived their celebrations. At