When there I looked towards the north, but discovered no light, and then to the zenith, which was indeed very magnificent; "but," said I, "that does not look like the Aurora, it is more like the light from a fire," and upon investigation we found it so to be.

The light appeared in the east, we walked in that direction, when we beheld the flames bursting forth in stupendous grandeur.

Not a bell was heard, all was calm, with the exception of the minds of some of the scholars whose parents resided in the city.

The scene indeed would have been to the eye extremely pleasing, were it not for the reflection that some of our fellow-beings were about being deprived of a home, and perhaps lives also.

We learned a few minutes after witnessing this phenomena that the fire was occasioned by the conflagration of a large board yard near Market Street Bridge.
After many affectionate messages, she says: I have not had but one real homesick fit and that was one week from the night Father left us.