[Boston—Saturday, 27 February 1869]
Saturday. Miss Lowell came to lunch and we went together to hear Emerson’s lecture. He began by giving Herbert’s Easter day which he forgot last week—a touch of Marvell & then turned at once to Milton the poet of the day and the inspiring figure of all literature as he said.
After the reading walked in the cold glowing sunset. The air was more stimulating than we have known it and Jamie being at his Club I felt free to wander. Made Mrs Holmes a visit before returning, found her the same careful sympathetic soul as ever.
Finished Auerbach’s great novel. I felt as if I had turned over a page of my own life when I had shut the book.
Just then I heard Lowell’s voice in the street and Jamie’s laugh. I ran to the door, he came in alone and home was complete.