[Manchester—Thursday, 29 June 1876]
Thursday. Wild roses all in bloom. No sea-shell was ever more exquisitely veined and hued than those pink leaves with the golden centre.
Went to Beverly to tea with Mrs Cabot & Miss Howes in the afternoon. The sky was clouded all day but the soft air tempted us. Miss Hellrigl arrived while we were gone. The whole world is now more beautiful than words can describe. The voice of many waters and the voice of many birds, the odor of the hay, the clouds above the fields—it is enough to live.
