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Rh whom the curse may fall, if it crushes out this terrible war under which we groan, and our young men bleed and die.

The gloomy day is gone, and a pleasant evening, enlivened by two calls, ends the scene, and I am ready for sleep to charm me away to the land of dreams, where I may hope to meet those long loved, and long lost.