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Fifteenth Ex   1893

Theodore ^[[Niemeyer]]  Th Robinson  La Debacle  J. Gellatly
      Watching the Cows
         Road by the Mill
         Willows & Wild Flowers.
         Evening
         Hayfield Morning Sunlight
         [[Fore Morn?]]  Valley of the Seine

16th EX   1899
   Small illus volume similar to Carnegie.
illus small phtogravures
St. Gaudens    Miss Sargent relief
Weir           Baby Cora
Franzen        Housebuilder
Ch A Platt     Spring   very fine
Chase          Gathering Autumn Leaves  children in landsc
Will Robinson  Moonlight Maine
Th Robinson    Port Ben O & H. Canal
Herbert Adams  head with wood pedestal  [[marvelous?]]  best thing he did

17th Ex       1895
illus  Weir  An Autumn Stroll
         full length woman & child
         plain woman with cape over shoulders
            sweet child behind her   good landscape
P Hale    1  Under the Willows  - 2 Sunshine
E Lawson   River at Moret
Twachtman  Niagara   2 Pier on Niagara Run
Wendel     Winter Mist  2 Windy Day
Robinson   Moonrise   2 Normandy Farm.
      Sunny Day    Two in a Boat
      Under the Pine Trees

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last ex. held 1906
[[strikethrough]] [[The?]] [[/strikethrough]]

It was a dark & dismal afternoon
^[[On a]]
One day in late December
We were sitting by an open fire
Of flame and dying ember.
Up spake the man of misery
And said love you see
If we had no heat we'd freeze to death
You and yours and me
The wind cat low against the pane
The chimney groaned with gusts
When up he spake again t us
[[strikethrough]] And said Sad [[/strikethrough]]
Full soon will we'll be but dust.
We shifted dolefully before the blaze 
And peered into the grate
And gale and wind and lowing sky
Turned every man to hate
Spake misery once more to us
And said with stress of glee
You see the old world is wearing out
And soon to as will be
But a wreck of a glove with
Yawning holes fit graves for
You and me.
  the wind struck in and banged the door
And smote the pane & still
And the more we glowered the 
More he glared and the bitterer grew our pill.

Transcription Notes:
"Theodore Niemeyer" should be "Theodor Niemeyer"