I feel my loneliness more and more keenly every day.

Fame and money are in themselves a poor substitute for domestic happiness; as means to that end I value them.

Yesterday was the sad anniversary (the twentieth) of your dear mother's death, and I spent the most of it in thinking of her...." "_Thursday, February 12._ I dined at the Russian Ambassador's Tuesday.

It was the most gorgeous dinner-party I ever attended in any country.
Thirty-six sat down to table; there were eleven Senators, nearly half the Senate....

The table, some twenty or twenty-five feet long, was decorated with immense gilt vases of flowers on a splendid plateau of richly chased gilt ornaments, and candelabra with about a hundred and fifty lights.