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Sunday night
Jan. 27 1901

My dear Mother -

A chilling wind has been blowing over London for three days. It has blown the fog away. At night one would think that at any moment this house would topple over It's shaking is alarmingly noticeable when lying in bed.

The Queen did not overcome her troubles, or rather she has overcome all troubles, The English people have gone into mourning. The demand for black has been so great that it is with difficulty that one can buy that shade [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] in gloves. All the shops are draped in black.

On next Saturday the remains of the Queen are to be borne through the Streets of London on their way to the grave it will be a solemn pageant. One never to be forgotten.