[Boston—Monday, 18 November 1867]
Nov. 18. I look at this meager journal with dismay. The days pass and the few facts, often the most unimportant, are all that I find time to jot down. If I only had the strength to be up very very early as I can do in the country but the candle resists being burned at both ends.
Today the steamer is telegraphed with Dickens on board & the tickets for his readings have been sold. Such a rush! A long queue of people have been standing all day in the street—a good humored crowd but a weary one.
The weather is clear but really cold with winter’s pinch in it.
Lady Amberley called this morning early & Miss Wales came to bring me flowers and a few distressed friends in search of tickets hoping that I might help them.
