Morning at home, conversed with Abby, little or nothing material. After dinner I went
to Church with Mr. Brooks, and heard young Emerson1
deliver a good flowing discourse. He has much of the manner of the family but rather
softened. On our return I perceived a Chaise at the house which immediately disclosed
what from a letter yesterday had been anticipated. I had thought however that he might
still continue, the symptoms of dissolution being generally gradual in that complaint,
at least until tomorrow when I should not have been here. Edward Brooks and Mrs. Frothingham
came out with the information that Ward C. Brooks had died on Wednesday at a little
after one o’clock. Scarcely had I heard it as from motives of delicacy I had remained
out of the way as long as possible, when it was announced that Mrs. Brooks had herself
arrived. This was astonishing to all. For myself I never recollect being in a situation
more vehemently painful to me, being a third person and evidently a burden without
the possibility of removing myself. Mrs. Brooks behaved admirably and surpassed my
expectations amazingly, but the traces of feeling were strongly visible and only made
me feel aware how much I was now an intruder. I have seldom been more strongly affected.
Conversed with Abby part of the evening and retired early.