[Campton—Monday, 27 June 1864]
Monday morning. Night exhaustingly hot. At 4 o’clock a grand shower burst, the birds became silent. When over Jamie went to the woods gathered an exquisite and plentiful array of ferns, rock maple, and nearer home roses which he carried by the stage at 10 o’clk to Boston (it had rained again and grown cool, thankfully we say it) to commemorate Louisa’s wedding day.
Before he left he laughed tremendously at my telling him of a lazy boy Henry Ward Beecher Bridge who lives here whom I discovered singing, “Lord dismiss us” before breakfast one morning in the barn. He thought that was the tip and crown of laziness.
