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ESTERDAY'S flight was too much for me; but a bright fresh morning has brought restoration of my tired faculties.

Breakfast—vegetables and bread—just finished. A servant clears the table. She opens a door in the glass pillar, and by a flight of stairs follows the tray, which is being raised to an upper room used for the performance of what little culinary work there is to be done.

This woman, a complete lady in all her movements, will work until twelve o'clock, then leave, having the remainder of the day for recreation or instruction. She has the same expression of noble integrity that all people here have. Refined and graceful as her employer.

Again in the air carriage with all the family. This motion appears very little after yesterday's, and being nearer the ground there is no longer that half-maddening illusion which so disturbed my power of thought. Besides, the human mind soon becomes accustomed to what was at first a startling novelty to its unused strength. Veritée cleverly steers the carriage through a wide opening, into the highest room of a large factory.

Her father alights. Carl steps into his uncle's place, amidst mingled adieus and greetings and we start for the instruction galleries.

Carl is about twenty-six. He has a grandly good countenance, evidencing thought of high tendency.

I learn he accompanies us to take the carriage back, that his uncle may join us "after work."