eur cast a look at me, not of anger, but of contempt.

    In ly just proved myself a barbarian, incapable ofunderstanding ts, and un up ansook up t in itss.

    It  of dismissal; I took leave of  away.

    Seven oclock.--er boiling over mylamp, and I busy myself in grinding my Mocting out my coffee-things.

    tting coffee ready is t delicate and most attractive ofdomestic operations to one he grand work of abachelors housekeeping.

    Coffee is, so to say, just t betualnouris. It acts agreeably, and at time, upon ts. Its very fragrance gives a sort of deligivityto ts; it is a genius t lends o our fancy, and transportsit to ts.

    on t, ly excited byt often seems as if eac steam took adistinct form. As in t, in eac rises, Isee some image of wy.

    At first ts color deepens. I see a cottage ona  in by a he bees humming.

    till more. See ted rees, in er! Fart of t, roofed urf and branc of all tures, I seem to see a figure ofmyself gliding about. It is my g walking in my dream!

    ter, ready to boil over, compels me to break off mymeditations, in order to fill up t. I t Iake my tin can off to themilkwomans.

    Motryrary to tom of t goneback to it again. Sanding title t her.

    A brave creature! Left by tle of life, s by o God.

    At ts of laugting on ty dress of Savoyard boys, and in t is besmeared up to t is th.

    Mots t to me.

    quot;Look at ttle lambs, ; said stingtle glutton.

    quot;,quot; puts in one of thers by way