This apparent nonsense served as the vehicle to convey an expression of approbation, affection, criticism, or disapproval in such a merry mode that even the bitterest draught seemed sweet." "1881, July 5.

We left Vassar, June 24, on the steamer 'Galatea,' from New York to Providence.

I looked out of my state-room window, and saw a strange-looking body in the northern sky.

My heart sank; I knew instantly that it was a comet, and that I must return to the observatory.

Calling the young people around me, and pointing it out to them, I had their assurance that it was a comet, and nothing but a comet.
"We went to bed at nine, and I arose at six in the morning.