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were invited for the evening to Mrs. Sigourney,
the author of Pleasant Memories from Pleasant
Lands, and here I shook hands with the whole town,
I believe, from the bishop, a handsome prelate,
to the school-girl, and played my ususl part
in society. Mrs. Sigourney--a very kind little
sentimentalist, but a very agreeable lady, dressed in
green, about fifty years old, with a good motherly
demeanor--would perforce keep me all night, and I
could not return to my excellent chamber at the
hotel, which I would so gladly have done, where I
might have rested and been silent. In the morning,
however, I forgot the little annoyance in breakfast
and conversation with my kind hostess and her pleasant
only daughter. The sun shone into the room, and the
whole had the character of a good home made warm by
love. In such homes I always do well, and I should
like to have stayed longer with Mrs. Sigourney had
it been possible. At parting she presented me with
a handsome volume of her collected poetical works,
and therein I read a poem called Our Country, for
which I had to kiss her hand, so beautiful, so noble,
and so truly feminine was the spirit it breathed.
After those pleasant morning hours, I was obliged
again to see people, and was therefore taken out by
my hostess in a carriage to see the
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