April 30, 1851 – “A day for reading”


Wednesday 30th April

Steady rain falling very fast
I went for a book ere it
commenced raining to give Susan, she begged me for something
to read in the Cars. “Arthurs Tales”, very interesting for her.
Was much disappointed by the rain, could not go
to the exhibition of Mr Parkers school. Louis & Remsen dressed
and went off before the rain.
I read “Ellen Middleton”, for the second time, it is a deeply
interesting tale.
Ann finishing the windows of the third story.
I took some wine & water to give me strength, felt weak.
Spent the afternoon entertaining G. left him asleep on the bed.
The last day of April leaves us in tears.

April 27-29, 1851 – “Interesting discourse on conversion of children and keeping Garret awake”


Sunday. 27.th /1851
A fine day. But damp at intervals
We all went to Church; a good sermon.
“On the early conversion of children”; I sat condemned, but much interested.
We returned home, and the Dr admired the discourse. G was silent, he always raises the subject of reform.
I went to walk with Julia, after dinner
The Dr left in the Cars.
Mr Monlon, paid us a visit. He looks well.




Monday. 28th April. /1851.

A clear day, but the air feels damp.
I kept Remsen from school.
His neck full of small boils.
We walked out, went to Loine’s, bought bologne, cream of
Tarter & Sulphur.
I treated him to Ice cream. 12.
Bought shoes at Millers for myself. 6 shill.
Met Mrs [Tilgow], had a long chat with her. she look[s] quite
Went out with Julia after dinner, stopped in at Millers,
took jelly and an orange ice. returned home. Left Julia
with Fanny T.
Sank in my chair from fatigue. G. came home, I petted
him too much.
Remsen wrote to John Hasbrouck.

Tuesday 29 April /1851
Dull clouds in the sky. Cool
Louis’ mattress came home restuffed.
Took a fine tepid bath.
Catharine Lynch called, wished me to speak for her to a lady.
Mrs Tearing came, I hope she will take her, poor thing.
Said all I could in her favour; she will do her duty I hope.
Maria came into dinner, looks thin and sallow.
Henry and Pa both complaining; They are affected by the
changes of weather. I sent a paper by Maria. We dressed
and walked in Broadway, it was damp and cold.
A bow from the Col. His eyes were fixed on Julia.
I returned home, left Julia to go up to a stage with Maria.
Fanny Tileston came in first after my arrival.
Susan also, to take their last tea with us. Mr Christian
passed the evening, he escorted Fanny home.
Mr H. gave me twenty dollars to get a dress for Julia.
but it was too late for us to shop, we post poned our trip.
G. tied up his vines, and went to bed; but we kept him
awake by our loud talking.

April 26, 1851 – “Visiting the ailing Lawrences in Chelsea and Dr. H. takes the children to Niblos!”


Saturday. 26.th April. /1851.

Bright beautiful day.
I dressed and went to Chelsea with
Julia, expecting to see Henry. Could not see him, his dullness
keeps him very quiet; but he improves daily.
Pa, still suffering from pain, C. went down town to get him
Wates nervous antidote.
Mother quite well, in the midst of so many complainers
We left before dinner, heard some scandal about Mrs B.
and Mr Fullgraff; old news to me & very uninteresting; but
a repast for the lovers of chit-chat.
Left cards for Mrs B.
Dr. carved our chickens, G. came home late.
I ate very hearty. Did not walk out, it felt like Rain.
Julia took a run.
The Dr, Julia , and boys went to Niblo’s french circus. Saw
Mr Monlon.

April 23-25, 1851 – “A flying moth and a visit from Dr. Hasbrouck”

Wednesday. 23.rd April . /1851.
A lovely spring day.

I do not feel like making
any great exertion to day.
Walked out twice for health.

Thursday. 24. April. /1851.
Pleasant day.

I put my basket in order
Caught some flying moth.
Walked up Hudson St. with G. rode home; pain in my
back and loins.
Sent a bundle of paper & books to Henry. A note from C.

Friday. 25.th /1851.
A fine day; very warm

Dr Hasbrouck [Garret’s brother] arrived from
Philadelphia in the evening; looks very well.
Stumbled on the kitchen stairs, and tore his pants. Garret
asleep on the sofa, had been asleep since six oclock.
Julia in bed and I undressed.
I finished “Time the Messenger” to day, think it excellent.
I rode to see Mrs Van Nest, sat an hour, went to
Mrs. B’s found her moveing [sic]. rode home
Went to Mrs. Falconer’s, Julia ordered the bonnet. white
shirred, with flowers.

April 22, 1851, – “The Sands of Time”


Monday 22.nd /1851 April.

Bright, and clear sky once more.
How charming the
sun shines, after the gloom of a weeks Rain.
Julia, went to school, returned with joyfull news of holiday.
Mother seemed well but grows a strange figure; so stout.
Pa, looks very thin and miserable; cannot sleep at night.
and loses all his spirits and energy. He seems aged every
week by pain, and want of rest. My heart aches to see
the “strong man brought low”, but 75 years must show its
work; and Time has spared him untill the past year. Now
the Sand of Life, seem running low, but he may recover when
the summer comes. His cares are few, as an income sufficient
for comfort is his for life, kind nurses, and no family to annoy
or distress them; that is mother & himself.
If Maria, had the bright spirits of C. they could get along
much more happily, but she forgets her years; and repines.
In the midst of all their sickness, they have every earthly
blessing to be thankful for. This is my consolation.
Maria, returned to dinner with me,
Fanny, and Julia rode down to see “Bell”, she was from home.
They dined with me, both tired to death.
Maria left after dinner Garret went home with her
went in to see Pa, and cheered him up, promised to give him
medicine. An effort I should not have thought G. would make
as he had expressed himself, in such terms of each one,
not without some foundation for blame. likes and dislikes.
G. is easily predjudiced [sic], and not lasting in his opinions; or
Susan, Fanny and Julia, took tea with Jane. I wished
to postpone the party. but could not succeed.
My beds came home. Mattress, bed form,
pillows. Sent the big Chair to be restuffed & Louis’s Mattress,
to be picked over.
Mon Ami

A letter from Margaret Hasbrouck.