[Boston—Wednesday, 13 March 1867]
Wednesday March 13th Messrs Latham of Oxford & Fortamps of Bruxelles breakfasted with us the latter speaking English but imperfectly, the first a man of good intelligence and education and apparently of right good heart too. In the evening came Mr Beal with a lovely letter Tom. had written to his mother today, her birthday, and soon Mr Little came in just as we were again at work (Lissie and I) reading a new Italian play which Mr Longfellow has lent us. J. has gone out there this evening as usual—he is so much called upon of late. The weather continues wet and dark. Poem from Swinburne came today “Où vont les vieilles lunes?”
