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 How gladly we leave ^the best of what is called learned and refined society, or the company of lawyers and book-factors and men withfrom stores and offices ^from even the best of what is called intellectual society to sail all day on the river withamid a party of pilots and fresh and jovial boatmen, with no coats or suspenders, and their trowsers tucked in their boots.—What polkas are danced ^Then How the ^quick blood within us joins other ^their gay blood and ^the twain dances swift polkas from the top to the bottom to the top of the houses, when, ? after long constraint in the respectable and money-making dens of existence, we a man emerges for a few hours intofor a few hours ^and comes up like a whale to spout and breathe!—One glimpse then of the eternallyl into the free and beautiful realities of the worl [illegible]things—the real sun, burning and dazzling—the old, forever yyoung and solid earth—real men ^and women refreshing, strong ^hearty, and wicked.—
