My father’s namesake son, Samuel Horace, was born earlier in the summer. Although the month was June, the weather must have been cold or damp, for a low wood fire burned upon the hearth one afternoon as I crept into the “chamber” to get a peep at the three-days-old baby, and perchance to have a …
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