[Boston—Tuesday, 12 March 1872]
Tuesday. Snow and sleet. In came Mr. Collyer from Chicago again. He had travelled incessantly since Sunday Evening after church—says his wife is getting their new hired home in order. Carpets are all down and every thing has gone forward marvellously in his absence. “Such a lovely temper as my wife was in. I never knew her in such a fine temper. I hardly knew what to make of it. She makes the best pies, that woman, that ever were made and there was a beauty standing there all ready for dinner on Sunday. What should I do but go, out of pure cussedness and cut a great piece out of it and eat it. When she saw it, she only looked at it with a quiet smile and turned away without saying one word! There certainly never was anything like that before known”.
He seemed a trifle languid after his long journey, but he shaved, took lunch, and then was all ready to go down town with Jamie who had been at home all the morning preparing his lecture for Philadelphia to be delivered there Thursday night.
Dr. Clarke is giving me Potash for a cold which he says will all come away again through the nose & mouth and relieve the head! Odd enough, but science is a poor child of nature!!
New Haven sends for statistic of Coffee Rooms—article in Christian Union stirs the people afresh.
