[Boston—Tuesday, 21 July 1868]
July 21. We live with Dickens for days after his long letters come for he succeeds in telling more of himself (when he tries and less when he descries it) than anybody I ever knew of. He is in difficulties for his son “Charley.”
The days go like Thalaba’s with us here! Thank God! We read not a little and find our world of interests & occupations just half asleep, ready to burst upon us with new force in the autumn.
