Sickness, much labor, and many cares, my dear Charles, have prevented me from writing to you or to anybody else, for a long time, except on business that could not be postponed.
But I begin to feel a little relieved. . . .
The
Athenaeum, the
College, the
Hospital,
Mr. Bowditch's office,
2 and many other things have made such constant demands on my time, that I have been more teased than I ever was in my life, and have hardly known a quiet hour, except in A.'s room, since last November.
Among other things which have much occupied and a good deal