There was a terrible thunderstorm last night, similar to that of a few nights ago. Thank goodness, I slept right through it. But poor Mám didn’t sleep a wink. These two thunderstorms have been accompanied by world earthquakes! Worked, wrote letter to Julia, and went to Stockleys’ on a message. – Went to Mr. Corkery, and heard ‘La Traviata’ from Hamburg, and other foreign stations. Dr. Frend to-day told Mám that he was a Jew. He has had a very sorrowful life, losing his betrothed, who died just before their marriage, and having to resign several professorships owing to his religion. Wrote advert letters for Mám.
