I enjoy the hour before Sunrise!!!!!!!!!

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An hour before sunrise in the city there is an air of cold,solitary desolation about the noiseless streets,which we are accustomed to see throughed at other times by a busy,eager crowa,and over the quiet,closely shut building which throughout the day are swarming with life.The dunken,the dissipated,and the criminal have disappeared;the more sober and orderly part of the population have not yet awakened to the labors of the day,and the stillness of death is over the street;its very hue seems to be imparted to theme,cold and lifeless as they look in the gray,somber light of daybreak.A partially opened bedroom window here and there bespeaks the heat of the weather and the uneasy slumbers of its occupant;and the dim scanty flicker of a light through the blinds of yonder window denotes the chamber of watching and sickness.The streets present no signs of life,nor the houses of habitation.