Tremont House Boston
Thursday, April 27th
A North East storm. Shopped all the morning, bought hammock for Grace to smuggle on board Ship. Hopes to use it instead of berth. Went on board Sarah. Such tiny quarters. I felt suffocated at the mere sight. I never can stand it - and such a degree of intimacy as we must be on with the passengers. I groaned over it. Fear Sarah may not sail 'til Saturday. Grace well & not much tired. Uncle Frank departed at 5.30 P.M. and we felt a pang of homesickness at his leaving. Col. Parker called in the evening to say that Bessy had too severe a cold to come into town in the storm, but will come to see us tomorrow. He is charming, fine looking, courtly manners and All. To bed!
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