[continued from the previous day] April 4th. 1/2 past 9 P. M. I came home late in the afternoon, very tired, sunburnt and sea-flushed, having walked or sat on the deck of a schooner ever since sunrise. Nevertheless, I purified myself from the sable stains of my profession -- stains which I share in common with chimney sweepers -- and then hastened to the Custom House to get your letter for I knew there was one there awaiting me, and now I thank you with my whole heart, and will straightway go to sleep. Do you the same. [continued the next day]
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