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An appropriate apartment, not spacious, but snug; not so large but that a faithful hope, when it comes to look for a lost man, may find him in it; not so small but that a compact friend may be entertained here without that familiarity of knees and boots that breeds contempt; a chamber sensible to neatness, — that sort of “short horse” of a lodging which is “soon curried.” Walls lofty and sky-colored ; door and double window tall and dignified, — the latter provided with liberal panes and inside latticed shutters ; wood-work of oak and dark cherry, handsomely moulded and panelled ; a portly oaken wardrobe, with double doors and drawers, and a certain imposing aspect, conveying the impression of “presence ” ; a hospitable carpet in warm colors ; “all the modern improvements” for ablution, represented by a marble tank and silver-plated turn-cock ; a double register for hot air and ventilation ; pendent gas-fixtures, in good style, with globes and side-light ; two tables, with cloth covers, in bright patterns of crimson and black, for periodicals, papers, and writing materials ; a rather wide bedstead; of bronzed iron, in the English style, and on rollers ; a lazy rocking-chair, and two office chairs in black walnut, — one with, the other without, arms ; a looking-glass, not “palatial,” but enough, and neatly framed ; two wall brackets, at present surmounted by an opera-glass, three ” blue-and-gold” volumes of verse, and a memory and a hope in the pictured loveliness of a girl ; on the wall large photographs of Winterbalter’s “Florinde,” Rosa Bonheur’s ” Horse Fair,” Mazerolle’s ” Anacreon,” a Venus and Cupid, with doves, of Correggio ; the “Campanile at Florence ” in water-colors, a rack full of cartes de visite and steel vignettes, and the foot and ankle in plaster of Palmer’s “White Captive,” a gift from the sculptor. One side of my wardrobe has been transformed into a bookcase, and lodges two hundred and fifty choice volumes of Poetry, Essays, Biography, and Travel. Of course, these books and pictures are my own; like many of my comrades here, I have studied, by such means, to impart a home-like aspect to my lodging. But in all other respects the appointments of my room are in the uniform style of the house, and I enjoy no favors not granted to my fellows.

So much for my interior. Without, ivy window, looking westward toward Binghamton, affords me a land-and-water-scape, where I can all the pleasures prove

“That valleys, groves, hills and fields,

Woods, or sleepy mountains, yields”

with

“Shallow rivers, to whose falls,

Melodious birds sing madrigals.”