Fog and sunshine.
--Thursday night was one of the nights to be remembered.
We have heard of fog so thick as to require a knife to cut a way through; and this was very much like it. Fog everywhere.
Fog up the river, where it flows through foreste and meadows, and fog down the river, where the shipping used to be, but where Rocketts
now looks out dismally upon deserted and decaying wharves.
Fog in the eyes and throats of pedestrians, who watched for the dim glimmer of a gas light
only to find themselves plunged deeper into the blinding mist.
It lasted until yesterday morning, but after a while the sun blazed out, and we had the anomaly of a real summer day in midwinter, with plenty of mud in the streets by way of variety.
Nearly all the ladies in town were out, as a matter of course.