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306 SKETCHES.
licly complained in favor of the animals, but he has also
acted vigorously in their interest. Not being able by lec-
turing to prevent the ill-treatment of horses by their selfish
and heartless owners, he began buying up all worn-out and
broken-down animals, and slaughtered them in a way which
gave them death without pain.
Honor be to this Christian horse-friend yi He has, under
hard struggles and with much self-sacrifice, effected much
good.
Having now described my present residence and. the
prospects which it offers, I shall now go back a little in my
narrative, in order to relate what I saw on the 26th of
April.
I was that day not exactly out of humor. God forbid
that a woman before she has reached fifty should be out of
humor; that is impossible! That belongs only to old men
and old women, doomed to take snuff and play at “ pa-
tience.” But to say the truth, I was not quite in good temper.
I sat down to my piano: it was out of tune, or perhaps I
was out of tune myself. Even out of the “ Magic Flute”
came only disharmony. I had recourse to my easel. On
it Stood a portrait just finished. It stared at me with a
squinting, cross look. I turned away from it with disgust,
and tried to console myself by writing a verse, but could not
find a rhyme for am; dissatisfied, I opened a book, but
could not understand what I was reading. I threw my
talents overboard and sat down at the window.
The April wind played his capricious pranks in the air.
The sun, which had only just been shining out brightly,
was now hidden by clouds, which in their turn were again
dispersed by the merry winds, forming, in so doing, a fan-
tastic triumphal arch for the King of Light. But they re-
turned thicker and darker, now hanging in heavy draperies
upon the earth, anon beating it with icy hail-showers, or
powdering it with curling wreaths of snow. Through their
gradually thinning veil the bright, blue sky soon again
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