Mark off another day; one day nearer home and liberty. Read “Villette;”
don't like it much. My friend Jones brought me some nice beans for dinner from
the garden. I gave him some sugar in return. To-night he brought me some
peaches. Rumors of fighting going on. Oh, what wouldn't I give for a New York
or Boston paper to-night, or a letter. If I had two legs, I would
not stay here long. Played chess to-day with Pat. He beats me. I cannot
get interested in it. He beats me at checkers too. I believe I am getting stupid.
I must get where I can have somebody congenial to talk with. I dread the
journey to Columbia, two days. What are they doing at home to-night? I
wish I could look in, invisible.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William
Francis Bartlett, p. 129
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