from the thick of his meditations like a tiger out of a make the reply possible and himself back into the solitude of his heart and mind the poor fellow had contracted this habit from the intensity with which he contemplated his own ideas and the sympathy which they met with from his � a circumstance that seemed only to strengthen the confidence that he to them his heart i imagine was never really interested in our scheme but was forever busy with his strange and as most people thought it plan for the of through an appeal to their higher instincts much as i liked it cost me many a groan to him on this point he ought to have commenced his investigation of the subject by some huge sin in his proper person and examining the condition of his higher instincts afterwards the rest of us formed ourselves into a committee for providing our infant community with an appropriate name � a matter of greatly more difficulty than the reader would suppose was neither good nor bad we should have resumed the old name of the premises had it possessed the oil flow which the were so often happy in the romance communicating to their local but it chanced to be a harsh ill connected and interminable word which seemed to fill the mouth with a mixture of very stiff clay and very pebbles suggested sunny glimpse as expressive of a vista into a better system of society this we turned over and over for a while acknowledging its but concluded it to be rather too fine and sentimental a name a fault inevitable by literary ladies in such attempts for sun burnt men to work under i ventured to whisper which however was down and the very harshly as if he had intended a latent satire some were for calling our institution the in view of its being the one green spot in the moral sand waste of the world but others insisted on a for the matter at a s end when a final decision might be had whether to name it the or so at last finding it to hammer out anything better we resolved that the spot should still be as being of good enough the evening wore on and the outer solitude looked in upon us through the windows gloomy wild and vague like another state of existence close beside the little sphere of warmth and light in which we were the and of a moment by and by the door was opened by foster with a cotton handkerchief about his head and a candle in his hand take my advice brother farmers said he with a great broad and get to bed as soon as you can i shall the horn at daybreak and until bed time we ve got the cattle to and nine cows to milk and a dozen other things to do breakfast thus ended the first evening at i went shivering to my chamber with the miserable consciousness which had been growing upon me for several hours past that i had caught a tremendous cold and should probably awaken at the blast of the horn a fit subject for a hospital the night proved a feverish one during the greater part of it i was in that of states when a fixed idea remains in the mind like the nail in s brain while innumerable other ideas go and come and flutter to and fro constant transition with intolerable had i made a record of that night s half waking dreams it is my belief that it would have anticipated several of the chief incidents of this narrative including a dim shadow of its catastrophe starting up in bed at length i saw that the storm was past and the moon was shining on the snowy landscape which looked like a lifeless copy of the world in marble from the bank of the distant river which was in the moonlight came the black shadow of the only cloud in heaven driven swiftly by the wind and passing over meadow and vanishing amid of trees but on the hither side until it swept across our door step how cold an was this vi s sick chamber the horn sounded at daybreak as foster had us harsh drawn out and as sleep as if this hard hearted old had got hold of the of doom on all sides i could hear the creaking of the as the brethren of started from slumber and thrust themselves into their all no doubt in their haste to begin the of the world put her head into the entry and foster to cease his and to be kind enough to leave an of and a of water at her chamber door of the whole household � unless indeed it were for whose habits in this particular i cannot � of all our society whose mission was to bless mankind i apprehend was the only one who began the enterprise with prayer my sleeping room being but from his the solemn murmur of his voice made its way to my ears compelling me to be an of his awful privacy with the creator it affected me with a deep reverence for which no familiarity then existing or that afterwards grew more intimate between us � no nor my subsequent perception of his own great errors � ever quite it is so rare in these times to meet with a man of habits s sick except of course in the pulpit that such an one is decidedly marked out by a light of shed upon him in the divine interview from which he passes into his daily life as for me i lay and if i said my prayers it was backward cursing my day as bitterly as patient job himself the truth was the hot house warmth of a town residence and the luxurious life 