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"covet not" be be. A week at the Hampton Beach! It seems
to me a life time of bliss might- be condensed into a
week by the shore of old ocean! In my waking dreams,
I too have stood by its sounding shore, and my heart
thrills even now with the wild luxury of such a dreams,
I should not wish to be there in a crowd; but with
a chosen few, of kindred heart and tried souls, who
could look with me in silence, or sense aloud. as
Natures changeful mood inspired our wayward spirits -
how I should enjoy, nay exult in my own existence,
and feel something swelling within, too deep for words, some-
thing that allies my soul to nature and its [] There
is a bright spot in the future, I see its light now,
by the shore of the mighty ocean and feast my eyes
and my soul upon its grandeur. Will you and [Lan]
greet me there and let me see the caskets that
enshrines the spirits I've learned to love? But for the
present I have no excursions, only from the kitchen to
the buttery, from the buttery to the kitchen or weari-
some march at best I varied by frequent trips over the
blank over the plank to the cheese house and down
the grassy path to the cheese house - very monotanous
compared with Hampton Beach, and your Brentwood Home

But I make these excursions back and forth scores of
times every day, during the summer; sometimes with
the low, sweet music of happy thoughts, keeping time
to the joyous beat of my heart; sometimes the slow
weary march, is to the dirge like wailing of bitter, despair
-ing, rebellious thoughts; but there is ever a voice from