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Wennesday [sic]. May. 5.th. 1840.
Cold, and blustering. Kept fire in my room. Took salts, my pill made me restless, through the night. Tired to death doctoring, without finding much good result from it. Diet very strictly, do not repine at that, accustomed to cold water. Face something improved. Finished Remsens dress to.day. also sleeves for Sis. G. went to see “Dr C.” Leghorn hat came home; think it too large. Went to bed at nine. A winters evening, moon, & stars bright.

(Thought to. night I felt a pulsation of Life,
(think my self “enceinte”; four months at least.
(The eruption attribute to that in some degree.


What shall I do with “four babies”. Alas poor Yarick! Bought new butter at 1.& 9 d per lb. delightfull butter; a change of subject to divert my thoughts.
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enciente: pregnant

“Alas poor Yarick”: From Shakespeare’s Hamlet:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? (Hamlet, V.i).
It is a meditation on the fragility of life. For more, see the Phrase Finder.