919.—Thursday, December 31, 1857.
X.—CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS. O, no language can describe what I have had to endure in endeavouring to earn an honest living in my dear country. Kicked out of my beautiful native city into the vilest—and now wounded in my dearest affections. I was told it would be so, Alec. Boxmoor on the one hand. Decimals by the right. Eggs by the left. Comprenez-vous? Yes, I did it.—CYGNE.
920.—Friday, January 1, 1858.
TO T.—After the letter, do not for a moment suppose that I could make use of his house, money, or connexion. I adhere to mine of yesterday. The sacrifice you shall have to make will be the truest test of your sincerity—therefore, pause.—N. and H.
921.—Saturday, January 9, 1858.
M.D.—My meaning has not been clearly expressed. You have entirely misunderstood the feelings that actuated me. I, too, have resolved to do wonders, but it all ends as described.
922.—Thursday, February 4, 1858.
X.CHEOPS X.—As agreed, I have tried again to earn an honest living, and I earn about one-half as much as foreigners, and I see nothing but poverty and misery for myself and child.—Ciphering—decimals, 999.—CYGNE.
923.—Wednesday, February 10, 11, 12, 1858.
DOES HE REPENT? To Him who can Understand.—Is it for one flower to pine, droop, and die, or does the other flower sympathize in the misery it has caused its rose? Now, or it will be too late.