Friday. 15. January. 1841. Damp, humid air, very moderate, sky full of rain, or snow; occasionally a gleam of sun. Mr H. took my Boots to Mr. Anelli, hope he will find some improvement in my picture. It has been a source of great pleasure to me, not that my vanity is so much gratified as that my heart is penetrated by this proof of my husband’s wish to cherish my remembrance. This knowledge of the pride my husband takes in my portrait, convinces me of the fact, that the Original must be dear to him. Mr H. came into dinner, thinks my portrait much improved. We spent our evening as usual. I am tired of confinement; and long for some fresh air, my appetite quite poor, for the want of bodily exercise. Sewing too steadily does not agree with me; gives me a pain in my back. Felt a little nausea to.day after dinner and other unpleasant symptoms in the evening.