[Boston—Friday, 12 April 1872]
April 12. Mr Alger called. He appears perfectly well but saddened and subdued when he speaks of his illness; 12 long months he was away from home. He says he knew he was overworking himself but he thought the result was simply weakness and a “running down” of the system, he never dreamed of the frightful visitation which the Lord sent to make him understand the wrong he had done. “But I accept and am grateful for my punishment” the poor man said. “I do not believe in villainous punishment, I do not wish to have my sins turned over to my Savior, I must endure them myself”.
Yesterday was a day when the air was full of premonitions of Spring—but I have sung no songs yet. I have scarcely written a verse since the autumn. The days are longer and sunny & sweet now and my dear love is well.
