[Boston—Tuesday, 3 March 1868]
Tuesday March 3d We have been laughing over the absurdity of giving each other electric shocks. I stooped to kiss J. on his forehead when a spark flew out strong enough to burn each of us a little!
We are shut up with a heavy snow-storm, or have been until just now since Sunday night. How fine it is to work up to the top of one’s bent all the time, to the top of one’s power. What happiness to have the gift to do so. I look upon Longfellow with his two tragedies this busy month as a man on whom a beneficent Providence has smiled. I feel bitterly sometimes, how bitter.
