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1868 Saturday, April 11. Clear day went to Addie Howard's and spent a real pleasant time Mrs H explained to me the imprudence of some of the girls out here. I am sorry for the state of affairs. Felt so sick I was obliged to leave Found a letter from Leidie on my return I have a miserable cold L informed me of Mrs. Keckley's debut as a literary Lady. I am fast losing confidence in her mainly I fear there is too much sham every where 1868 Sunday, April 12. Easter Foggy looking day sick in bed. Musing on my thing. Time never left his glass and the bitterness of past injustice [[arises?]] up to me whom I should have vengeance to him who to day [[rather?]] the bondage of the limb and tramples sin [[under?]] his feet and arise and go to him who said Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest. Lest not have any room.
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