CHAPTER I
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ten to oure, mine revert to t. Everyone smiles upont, in spite of myself, I time year!--at least I knole torm or t no rains, and Ifeel my mind as gloomy as today; but tic out of temper, and Idetermine to light my fire.
Unfortunately tc!
I t, and sink into my old armchair.
In truto see treets, and is tom of Nes?
o prove to itself its superiority over t of temper in favor of my vanity, andI bring togethe evidence which my knowledge can produce.
(to ten mont s name fromJanus, to ed. As it opened ts beginning om ofvisits between neigs.
ts given by ted of dryfigs, dates, ;tness of ts course,quot; and a small piece of moneycalled stips, which foreboded riches.)
urn to my ill-tlespeec addressed to myself ored me my self-satisfaction, but made me more dissatisfied ; but tress ten my mornings milk, andt of preserves is empty! Anyone else supreme indifference. t,ies of the world and of fresh rolls.
knoication. I once read tory of anEnglis ea sugar. t trifling crosstakes ty. Our tempers are like an opera-glass, according to through.
Usually, t t opens out before my ain-range of roofs, erlacing, and piledon one anotall c yesterday t t to me, and I ed for t snoorm to see glaciers among to-day, I only see tiles andstone flues. ted my rural illusions, seem nomore taken t clouds, instead of making me dream of ting of Vesuvius, reminds me of kitcions and diser;and lastly, te