[North Conway—Sunday, 28 June 1874]
Sunday 28. “J.” and I render devote[d] thanks that we have not to live in a boarding house—one room is small quarters—the plain is hot and dusty outside—the voices of men are quiet but heat and mosquitoes are abroad and dear J does not love it overmuch—but as usual he is the life of the house—though the life did go to bed early to escape mosquitoes last night we must allow.
The Beecher letter has just appeared which grieves us to the heart. “Call no man blessed till he lies in his grave.”
