{"id":13905,"date":"2011-03-09T09:00:20","date_gmt":"2011-03-09T07:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/?p=13905"},"modified":"2011-03-03T17:00:10","modified_gmt":"2011-03-03T15:00:10","slug":"saturday-9-march-1861","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/2011\/03\/09\/saturday-9-march-1861\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday, 9 March 1861"},"content":{"rendered":"

C. Church<\/a> is going to get married: \u2015 a comfort.<\/p>\n

O sad day! Yet how fine & like summer!<\/p>\n

I could not work, but went at once to Ann<\/a>\u2019s \u2015<\/p>\n

She seems to sink: no nourishment stays. \u2015 Dear dear Ann! Always joyous at seeing me \u2015 \u201cmy precious!\u201d yet somehow clearer & distincter in mental life. \u2015 Ellen<\/a> \u2015 poor thing \u2015 seems sadly unable to bear up \u2015 & \u02c7[this is] not to be wondered at.<\/p>\n

Then I went to the Doctor<\/a>\u2019s, & waited till he had been to see her & had returned. \u201cWe are losing ground,\u201d he said: & explained that the inside not acting, occasioned the rejection from the stomach \u2015 & that continually weakened the poor dear, worn by pain \u2015 & sleepless. \u2015 He agreed to call in Lawrence<\/a>. \u2015 & I left \u2015 & home. (Mrs. Andr\u00e8<\/a> was at the door, but I could not speak.) \u2015 Wrote many letters. E. Rimbault<\/a> came. Walking to & fro, at last, at 3.30 I set out again, & walked to 20 Stonefeld St. Ellen was out. Dear Ann had been worse \u2015 more sick. I sate with her. Her clearness, & boldness in dying \u2015 how glorious! She repeats \u2015 \u201cEye hath not seen \u2015[her]\u201d Sometimes she spoke suddenly \u2015\u201dwhat a blessing you are here! \u2015 not among the Arabs!\u201d \u2015 & again \u2015 when I held the basin for her \u2015as soon as she could speak \u2015 \u201cO my love! How disagreeable for you! How sorry I am!\u201d \u2015\u2015 & \u201cbless you my dear Edward! what a comfort you have been to all my \u02c7[your] life!! \u2015\u201d<\/p>\n

At 5 I came away: Ellen owned she could not sit up, so I went to the Doctors & begged him to send a good nurse. \u2015 Then I walked home. \u2015\u2015<\/p>\n

Dined at Sir F. Goldsmid<\/a>\u2019s: particularly pleasant & sensible & cheery party. \u2015 Lady G. is a \u2018singularly\u2019! clean Jewess \u2015 & really charming.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

I came away at 10.30.<\/p>\n

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[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]<\/span><\/p>\n

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