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mother. Father was their pastor from 1841 to 1847.

Some one told us that when Bob and Henry Antes were small boys they
thought they would like to try, just for once, to see how it would seem
to be bad, so in spite of all of Mr. Tousley's sermons they went out
behind the barn one day and in a whisper Bob said, "I swear," and Henry
said, "So do I." Then they came into the house looking guilty and quite
surprised, I suppose, that they were not struck dead just as Ananias and
Sapphira were for lying.

_September_.--I read in a New York paper to-day that Hon. George
Peabody, of England, presented Cyrus W. Field with a solid silver tea
service of twelve pieces, which cost $4,000. The pieces bear likenesses
of Mr. Peabody and Mr. Field, with the coat of arms of the Field family.
The epergne is supported by a base representing the genius of America.

We had experiments in the philosophy class to-day and took electric
shocks. Mr. Chubbuck managed the battery which has two handles attached.
Two of the girls each held one of these and we all took hold of hands
making the circuit complete. After a while it jerked us almost to pieces
and we asked Mr. Chubbuck to turn it off. Dana Luther, one of the
Academy boys, walked up from the post-office with me this noon. He lives
in Naples and is Florence Younglove's cousin. We went to a ball game
down on Pleasant Street after school. I got so far ahead of Anna coming
home she called me her "distant relative."

1859

_January_, 1859.--Mr. Woodruff came to see Grandfather to ask him if we
could attend his singing school. He is going to have it one evening each
week in the chapel of our church. Quite a lot of the boys and girls are
going, so we were glad when Grandfather gave his consent. Mr. Woodruff
wants us all to sing by note and teaches "do re me fa sol la si do" from
the blackboard and beats time with a stick. He lets us have a recess,
which is more fun than all the rest of it. He says if we practise well
we can have a concert in Bemis Hall to end up with. What a treat that
will be!

_February_.--Anna has been teasing me all the morning about a verse
which John Albert Granger Barker wrote in my album. He has a most
fascinating lisp when he talks, so she says this is the way the verse
reads:

"Beauty of perthon, ith thertainly chawming
Beauty of feachure, by no meanth alawming
But give me in pwefrence, beauty of mind,
Or give me Cawwie, with all t