We women revelled in the idea of the rich silks she would probably throw upon the beach, and the men thought a good job would be made by steamboat companies and wreck agents.
"Last night the weather was so mild that a plan was made for cutting out the steamboat; all the Irishmen in town were ordered to be on the harbor with axes, shovels, and saws at seven this morning.

The poor fellows were exulting in the prospect of a job, but they are sadly balked, for this morning at seven a hard storm was raging--snow and a good north-west wind.

What has become of the English steamer no one knows, but the wind blows off shore, so she will not come any nearer to us.
"Inside of the house we amuse ourselves in various ways.

F.'s family and ours form a club meeting three times a week, and writing 'machine poetry' in great quantities.

Occasionally something very droll puts us in a roar of laughter.