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On the Hill, at 
Oxford
Sunday afternoon
September 10th 1871
5 P.M.

aged 18
nearly 19

I am sitting up here in the "chamber" on this quiet Sunday afternoon- above me I can hear the whispering patter of the rain upon the roof It is one of those dreamy Sundays just suited to the country when quietness reigns supreme- Leaving Avon on the morning of the 28th ult we spent the same day in Rochester in the forenoon we entered a carriage and rode up to Mount Hope Cemitary which I think is the most worthy note of greenness

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in the country an hour was most charmingly spent then mother and I leaving the carriage occasionally. The afternoon of the same day we left of Geneva en route for Watkins Glen - before leaving R However I in company with my friend Butterfield from Chicago called upon a lady who had been at Avon Mrs Churchill - it was quite an amusing call I had only an hour after dinner and we hastened up to her house the lady detained us as she was at her toilette and so we waited three quarters of an hour when I summoned the maid and said I must depart Mrs C immediately entered apologizing for having detained us I had just time to say good bye - That night we slept at the beautiful little town of Geneva on Seneca Lake. arriving there late in the afternoon after supper Mother and I took a walk through the main avenue of the town which extends along the ridge facing the beautiful little lake