[Boston—Friday, 29 December 1865]
Dec. 29. Snowing but mild. The distance clouded and full of meaning. Met T.S.A. when walking yesterday he had just left a medium. He looks worn and old and is serious under all his fun.
He asked me to write a review of Mrs Howe’s new volume and then struck off at a heat more wit than I should compass in the end.
I am reading Mrs Swanwick’s Æschylus—a wonderful translation.
