[Boston—Friday, 26 February 1869]
26th Laura came in to pass the morning. The snow began to fall impetuously and soon everything was covered as it has not been before this year—a most beneficent storm. Its coming was thoroughly mild and insidious. At breakfast the sky was lowering but the atmosphere so mild that a little schooner put off into the bay—the first this season. I think it was April last year before the boats appeared. What repose in this grand storm. Sounds of the world are deadened and fine “tumultuous privacy” shuts us in.
Sat up last night until I came near getting no sleep at all over Mrs Henshaw’s book of the Northwest Branch of the Sanitary Commission—a touching history. I see the stimulus to a Freedmen’s fair there, for the North East.