"Of all the sound of all bells--(bells, the music nighest bordering upon heaven)--most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year. I never hear it withoiut a gathering-up of my mind to a concentratio0n of all the images that have been diffused over the past twelvemonth; all I have done or suffered, performed or neglected--in that regretted time. I begin to know its worth, as wehn a person dies. It takes a personal colour; nor was it a poetical flight in a contemporary, when he exclaimed
I saw the skirts of the departing Year."
Update on Sweetie, the neglected dog
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"The woman with the big white dog took Sweetie," people told me. I couldn't
place her, for no good reason imagining a fluffy dog. But, yes, it's the
woman...
7 hours ago
