[Manchester—Tuesday, 1 August 1876]
Tuesday. The morning is as serene and perfect in its beauty as only the day after a storm can ever be. Jamie came back saying yesterday was dogdayish and uncomfortable in town. Here we sat over a wood fire and rejoiced. I finished Goethe’s Egmont and continued Frothingham’s book.
Drove Imogen and Nelly to make a few calls. Poor Nelly is such a voluptuary by nature. Such a bad-behaved child by habit, that she will never be a comfort to her poor little mother nor will her existence have any joy for herself. Such glimpses into the Sahara which individuals create in our beautiful, beautiful, world, are the only depressing features of it—all else, the whole of the Lord’s work is joy and peace.
