[Boston—Saturday, 25 June 1870]
Saturday. June 25. Heat excessive—but quiet & beautiful to be at home. Charles Lowell has just died of apoplexy—Lissie is coming home and is in London.
What a change one year has made. Morning & evening we think Dickens is no longer known at Gad’s Hill. Those happy days gone, gone, and yet ours forever. The papers came from England yesterday containing letters written the day after dear Dickens’s death. I feel sometimes as if he were once more completely, perfectly, ours.
