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night How shall I give thee upon the
morrow. Heaven alone best knows.
April 3d 1850
We know not what a day may bring forth
What changes have taken place in the possession
of many? how many hearts which before beat high
with the bright prospect which the future offered
man and almost pulseless with the dark cloud
which overcast their future doom nothing now
hindered again their former industrious habits
Disappointment has sunk their hearts and
I fear the bright star which so recently illumined
their dark sky, has set to rise no more.
On Monday the 1st of April occurred one of
the most melancholy accidents on the annuals
of history. Monday night 6 minutes past
midnight I was roused by a female voice
proclaiming in the most piteous tones the
destruction which afterwards ensued caused
by that most powerful of all elements fire.
which always alarmed me more than any
other terrifying accident or occurrence
What was the consequence on rising from