[Manchester—3 September 1876]
Sunday. September 3d 1876. A gorgeous day cool, blue, brilliant, soft, what can I say more, a day to be remembered. Dear “J” had a sore attack of pain in his limbs from taking cold probably, which he bore well, but it is rather a blow to him to find this ancient enemy of his family attacking him. Sat on our hillside in the morning, went to hear Mr. Bartol in the afternoon, walked over to the Danas and half way home. The Gilberts (five) came to tea.
