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55 in St. Lukes hospital. He was a very celebrated Occulist [[Oculist]] and I remember the Crowds of people who had trouble with their eyes from the smoke and cinders. The long blocks which intersected the Avenues were divided by what m called Alley's on which were the stables of the residences. Our own Cow had been turned adrift in the streets from our home on the night of the fire. A day or two later my mother told the Coachman to go out and pick up any of the poor Cattle that were straying in the Streets. To our amazement, he came in very soon bring [[bringing?]] our own Cow, with her feet burned from the charred wooden pavement, although this was a mile or more away from our old home. Telegrams had come from the relatives offering us a home in various Cities and this was the moment when my Father's opposition to my studying