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But Nature is too strong for her,
     The vigil she gives o'er
And some from out those seven throats
     Proceeds a gentle snore.

My Pegasus is lame good friends
     Excuse any stumbling pen.
And view not with a critic's eye
     The bard of No. 10

Verse added by Gen Wilcox.
"A gentle poet passing by
     Seeking the missing seven
Paused at the door of No. 10
     And found the gate of Heaven.

Rain all the afternoon reached Bristol about 8 o'clock.  Bristol is on the borders of the state the boundering line running through the town so that the inhabitants on one side of a street pay taxes to Virginia & on the other to Tennessee.  Our hotel accommodations not good.  After a very poor supper were
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shown our rooms that appropriated to Miss Patterson Grace & myself was anything but inviting.  The dust of weeks resting upon the bureau & mantle and the beds bearing unmistakable evidence of former occupancy.  We walked the balcony over the entrance of the house and the 
[[entries]] until fatigue overcoming fastidiousness we made a second attempt to accommodate ourselves for the night.  By dint of bribing the half witted looking black girl who waited upon us we obtained two clean quilts and [[strikethrough]]lying upon these[[/strikethrough]] spreading these over the obnoxious beds & lying down with our clothing on we were soon asleep in spite of the attentions of the tiny innumerable prior
17th  occupants of our couches.  Before day we were awakened and taking a cup of coffee were off at five o'clock with the promise of breakfast at Wytheville.  Our ladies car and been occupied by some of the gentlemen as a sleeping apartment so we occupied a smaller one for the first hour