[Manchester—Tuesday, 15 August 1871]
Tuesday. No rain yesterday—indeed the clouds broke before noon and everything was breezy and beautiful. This morning the fog shut down again and now and then I hear the distant light-house bell. Mr. Bartol went off to write his book this morning but with the feeling that he had nothing to say. What a farce! Why do we not leave the fair page unspoiled. “Beware”! said his good little wife “for if you write when you feel so you will be sure to draw upon your brain”!!!
