[Boston—Friday, 12 June 1874]
Friday. Wind has gone East—lovely cool rain, delicious refreshment for man & beast. Went to see Mrs Caswell and find she is very ill. I fear she will never recover. Her intense labor in bad air among the poor of the city, the affairs she has kept in her hands, the letters she has written, the lack of time she has had for amusement and relaxation have at last brought her I fear to death. Another martyr! How can we spare her sweet cheerful face. Everybody loved her.
