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Boston. July 30. 1838
Monday morning.
Dear Debora,
Yesterday morning I went to St Pauls' & though Mr Stone is a very good man, he is a stupid preacher. When the bell rang in the afternoon, I was in so deep a sleep that I could not comfortably get up, so I slept most of the afternoon & nearly ran into my shoes. At 12 past 7, I went to hear D(?) Gu(?)ney, but found I had missed the hour. The meeting was at 6. I returned just in time to welcome the junior (?) of the attas(?), who should tell 11 o'clock not the
