... the day grew cool. In the evening, tea; and then the piazza or the fireside, as the case might be,--chess, cards,--perhaps a little music by aid of the assistant surgeon's melodeon, a few pages of Jean Paul 's Titan, almost my only book, and carefully husbanded,--perhaps a mail, with its infinite felicities. Such was our day. Night brought its own fascinations, more solitary and profound. The d...