[Boston—Friday, 30 September 1870]
September 30. Dark easterly weather with the trees dropping their leaves because of the excessive drought of the season. We often see as many leaves as the trees wear now, a whole month later in the season. People are getting back to town and the old city life is renewed, though for the first time for so long having been utterly estranged from it I do not come back with any enthousiasm except for the work it contains—I will not say without any—it is not true. Fortunately I am too much occupied to think much except that Jamie is somewhat better. I have the deepest enthousiasm and longing for the faces of my friends. Have had a new novel to read from a fresh hand, beside housekeeping etc.
We hear Strasbourg has fallen. I hope for sake of the French Republic this is not true. At the Women’s Convention last night Wendell Phillips’s nomination was defeated.
