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tower of Parliament, further down—the legislative center
of the B.E.

In Hartford there is a family of American donkeys who
shut themselves up Jan. 21 and snivel over Charles' death.

Feb. 18, '97. Brilliant morning (very rare). Some of
the people looked glad to be alive. But not many. Walked
an hour in the King's Road, as usual, between Markham
Square and the Chelsea Polytechnic—back and forth.
Shakespeare people all on hand as usual.

He was not a direct liar, but he would subtly convey
untruth. He never dealt in any but large things, if you
let him tell it. If by accident his trousers got stained in
diverse tints, he would explain it by no actual lie, yet
he would leave with you the impression that he got it
sliding down a rainbow.

March 18, '97. I dreamed I caught a beautiful slender
white fish 14 inches and thought what a fine meal it would
make. I was very hungry. Then came the feeling of dis-
appointment and sorrow; it was Sunday, and I could not
take the fish home, for it would deeply grieve Livy to
know that I had been fishing on the Sabbath. Then it
occurred to me to catch a fish for her, and that would
disarm her.

The dream is a perfect reflection of my character and
hers, down to that last detail—there it suddenly breaks
down. But in the dream it seemed quite natural that her
religious loyalty should be bought for a fish.

The first thing a missionary teaches a savage is in-
decency. He makes him put clothes on. He is as innocent
and clean-minded up to that time as were our first parents
when they walked naked before the Lord and were not
ashamed. He hid the knowledge of indecency from them;
the missionary doesn't.

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