[Manchester—Sunday, 12 August 1866]
Sunday. Another wondrous day! Such a day! How can we thank our God for such a day! My darling and I passed the morning on the rocks by the sea. He went to walk with Mr Bartol in the afternoon.
He told me a good deal which Alex. Agassiz has told him about his father—of his huge plans always unfulfilled and the manner in which his mother and himself keep after him. Without this labor nothing would ever be accomplished.
