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THE DEMON WHO TURNS TO THE LEFT. 

There are all kinds of people abroad in the street,
Of every condition and class;
Some jostle and crowd us whenever we meet,
And others go peacefully past.
But there's one we encounter wherever we stray
Of whom we'd be gladly bereft,
Oh, why doesn't Providence call him away?
The demon who turns to the left.

He seems to take pleasure in dodging about-
To him 'tis the highest delight
To fill your soul with a horrible doubt
If he'll turn to the left or the right.
In a manner that baffles your reason complete-
With a movement both subtle and deft
He'll manage to knock you clear off of your feet-
The demon who turns to the left.

There's the woman we all of us frequently meet,
Whose parasol's aimed at our eyes;
And the chumps who persistently tramp on our feet,
They're all pretty hard to get by.
But there's no other lunatic running around
Who so sadly of sense is bereft-
No other transgressor has ever been found
Like the demon who turns to the left.
-(Chicago Herald.

began I only was able to get a seat on the very outer row of seats near the door. The place was packed and the immense audience showed their great interest by their strict attention. She is an ideal speaker, enunciating so distinctly that she was easily heard in every part of the hall. She showed on the screen, portraits painted at least 2000 years ago which might have been done today, showing a knowledge of light and shade and modeling and an individuality of character in the heads very astonishing. Came to my room pretty chilly as I sat near a door which was partly open. 

Saturday Jan. 11" 1890. Stopped at the Century and found a note from Dalys Theatre telling me I could have the four front seats in the gallery on Monday 20." I went immediately up and secured them. Raw and cold with a thick haze and East wind, the penetrating cold which goes to ones marrow. It rained while I was at breakfast just enough to make the sidewalks dangerous from the frozen sleet. My picture "Winter in the Country" went to the Century and the Water Color of the same subject to the water color Society. Have spent the day doing many little things in the way of arranging my room. I have also oiled the sketch box I am going to send Miss Robertson and putting in colors &c. getting it ready to send. The things I ordered for it at Derves came last night but I still have to get some brushes, a palette knife &c. It has been too dark to paint today. Gill was in yesterday and selected a picture for his exhibition - "The Birches" which I had in the Academy last year. He is to ask $300 and to return me $200. Attended the Annual Meeting of the Century. There was an interesting collection of pictures. I sent my Winter and had many encouraging commendations from the Artists, something I have not experienced in a long time. Eastman and I walked over to 6" Av. together. He was despondent and miserable about his portrait of Mr. Trowbridge of New Haven which he had at the club but I thought unnecessarily so, as I thought it one of his good portraits

Sunday 12" Had my breakfast at the St. Denis and walked up Broadway to 42" St on my way to the 9.55 train home. It was a beautiful Indian summer day, no snow, no ice and when the train emerged from the Haversham tunnel the river looked as it does under the dreamy atmosphere of the Indian Summer. There was not a breath of wind and no reminder that we are in the middle of the winter. There was a man in the car with a peculiarly rasping voice who talked loudly all the way about nothing. When he got out of the car at West Point, where it appears he got off for a tramp in the mountains, I winded that he had any energy left for locomotion. As he stepped out these lines occurred to me
"Now silence like a poultice comes
To heal the blows of sound." It was very warm when I reached Kingston. I rode down in the car with Miss Carrie Sheffield who was returning from Church. 

Monday 14." Went down town and paid our taxes - some $450. It was easier to do this year than oftentimes in the past and we have money in the bank to meet future demands. Sara told me that Mrs. Davis told her it was Sam who made the offer of $27.000 for our place the day before the sale. I think he was unwise in not letting us know the offer was his as it would have made a difference and we would have been inclined, I think to have sold it to him for $30.000. I paid Stock & Rice for my sketch box for Miss Robertson $7. I came down by the 11.55 train and went directly to Dr. Patchens. It was so very warm I had my coat off nearly all the time I was there. At dinner Calvert invited Downing and me to go to the theatre and we went to see Crane in the "Senator" It was the first night and crowded. We had seats far back and I did not hear well. There was great enthusiasm 

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