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1868
Monday, February 17.
A letter today from Lizzie Kennedy how much pleasure to be remembered by friends! In eve went to the Sleigh Party. L took me. It was a very poor affair at best. A covered furniture wagen, packed with forty persons. Knew but few. The ride was miserable. I met John Oliver there. Reached home about four oclock next morning from Shoreham, out of breath and spirits. I shall never attempt to go under such auspices again. However

1868
Tuesday, February 18.
[[strikethrough]]Good [[strikethrough]]day. Two letters from home; one from Letitia and the other from Basquet. The first crushed me to earth with its sad contents of fathers failures, and his general pecuniary losses.
How have this [[fortune?]] accumulations of years should in his most needed time be swept away! "Ruin" is written in every homestead of South Carolina. But why should the unoffending suffer?
The other cheered me on to my work. L. called Mr. Greener also