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A week ago last evening attended a lecture delivered by Horace Grealy at the Smithsonian Institute, Washington. I was visiting the city on regimental business and while there stopping with Major Robin. The lecture room of the Institute is not large although so well arranged as to seat a numerous audience.
Before the lecture began I looked round in search of some one I knew. But they all were strange faces. I thought of the Chemistry I used to study at Waterville and wondered what kind [stricken] of a looking man Professor Henry was. There was a "right good" sprinkling of military gentlemen throughout the room. I was pleased to see a few ladies. It remined me of civilized life and I felt homesick.