New Year's Day, 1864: How times flies! though his
wings are heavy. Had hardly gotten used to '63, when here is '64 upon me. A
bright beautiful day, after ten days' rain and snow. . . . Roads and streets terribly muddy;
scarcely attempt going out. Most of the servants back again. Excessively cold.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and
Letters of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 176
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