[The diary resumes.] My husband read to me his paper on his visit to Washington. Dr. George B. Loring and Mr. Pike [of Salem] came to tea in the evening. Mr. Thoreau died this morning.--The funeral services were in the church. Mr. Emerson spoke. Mr. Alcott read from Mr. Thoreau's writings. The body was in the vestibule, covered with wildflowers. We went to the grave. Thence my husband and I walked to the Old Manse and Monument. Then I went to see Annie Fields at Mr. Emerson's.--Fog and sultry. Brobdingnag dropping from eaves.--Superb morning. My husband transplanted sunflowers [of which he was immensely fond, though lilies-of-the-valley were his favorites].--My husband and Julian went to Boston; and Julian walked home in eight and a half hours [twenty miles].--Una's party took place to-night. Papa illuminated it with his presence.--Pleasant day. Papa magnanimously picked some strawberries.--I went on the hilltop with my husband all the morning [of a Sunday in June].--Our wedding-day. It is very hot and smoky. We think it the smokes of battles.--Very warm and fine. Mr. Alcott worked all day, lacking three hours [in constructing a rustic seat at the foot of our hill]. I went on the hilltop with my husband for a long time. Ineffable felicity.--A perfectly lovely day. I read "Christ the Spirit." Rose had a discourse from the Sermon on the Mount; the four verses about giving alms. We have very nice discourses [my mother's]. Una went to church.--Mr. George Bradford came to see us. Una and Julian went to the Emersons' in the evening.--Read again "Leamington Spa." Inimitable, fascinating.--Thanksgiving Day. We invited Ellery Channing, but he could not come.--Julian and I went to Boston. When I came home I found my husband looking very ill. Julian has gone on a visit to the Fields's.--My husband quite ill. Everything seems sad, when he is ill. I sewed all day.--My husband seems much better. He went up on the hill. Papa and the children played whist in the evening, while I read Charles Reade.--Celia cleared the old attic to-day. I found my dear hanging astral, that lighted my husband in his study at the Old Manse, and also Una's baby socks.--Judge Hoar came to invite my husband to tea with Mr. Eustis and Mr. Bemis and Mr. Emerson. He would not go.--I read ominous news of the war, which quite saddened and alarmed me. I read "Christ the Spirit."--I read about Alchemy and Swedenborg. Ellery Channing came to tea and spent the evening. He asked me if he might bring General Barlow to tea on Tuesday. It was almost immediately after our return home that the first notes of the requiem about to envelop us fell through the sound of daily affairs, at long intervals, because my father, from that year, began to grow less and less vigorous.