. Heard to-day of the noble poet, Whittier
What a great heart is gone with him!”
. Embarked at about ten in the morning. Edward Atkinson
, wife and daughter on board, a valuable addition to our resources.”
. I said in my mind: ‘There is nothing in me which can redeem me from despair over my poor life and wasted opportunities.
That redemption which I seek must be in Thee.
There is no progress in the mere sense of ill-desert.
I must pass on from it to better effort beyond, self-reproach is negative: woe is me that I was born!
Amendment must have positive ground.’
I wrote some lines in which a bit of sea-weed shining in the sun seemed as an illustration of the light which I hope to gain.”
. A performance of Jarley
's Waxworks in the evening was much enjoyed.
as Mrs. Partington
in my witch hat recited some merry nonsense of Hood
's about European
. In the early morning John M. Forbes
's yacht, the Wild Duck
, hovered around us, hoping to take off his daughter, Mrs. Russell
.... Quite a number of us embraced this opportunity with gratitude....”
. All seems like a dream.”
. I begin my life here with a prayer that the prolongation of my days on earth may be for good to myself and others, that I may not sink into senile folly or grossness, nor yet wander into ”