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1868
Sunday, March 22.
Portland.
Clearing off today. I took leave of my old friends today after my very pleasant sojourn and left at 12 o'clock for Boston. I was terribly sea sick. They sang a Hymn O tell me no more" which stirred so very many memories of home that my old longing came strongly upon me to get back. We reached home about 8.30. I was thankful that we had encountered no disasters. When cursing the lines Thou mad'st death, and lo! his foot is on the skull thous hast made. We know not why but thou art just.
 
1868
Monday, March 23.

Feeling miserably to day haven't got over my seasickness yet. Cold and sloppy. Received a letter from Mr Lemeiux this morning. I am feeling very happy over my Hilton Head letters. I received a very long one from the Major to day reiterating his promises and seeming to bear the disappointment very philosophically. Went after my dyed dress [[today?]]