[Boston—Tuesday, 31 December 1867]
Dec. 31st The year goes out clear and cold. The moon was marvellously bright last night and everytime I woke there she was with her attendant star looking freshly in upon us sleepy mortals in her eternal unwearied way.
We received a letter from Charles Dickens yesterday saying he was coming to stay with us when he returns. What a pleasure this will be to us! We anticipate his coming with continued delight! To have him as much as we can, at morning, noon & night.
I read a sweet story (full of world’s trouble though) last night which I can’t shake off, any more than the real thing. It is simply & fitly named “Aunt Margaret’s Trouble.”
