Tuesday. November. 10.th. Wind high, sky clear, and air balmy as spring. Mr Jack Frost, does not pinch us yet. I took another dose of salts, thinking it good for my system, cold much better. At twelve went with G. to Anelli’s, decided on my dress, a bronzed satin. Feel satisfied on that score. Walked home, eat my dinner. After dinner walked up to Miss Wittingham’s, spoke to her about changing my bonnet. Came home, undressed, took tea, played with the children, looked at my kind, domestic hus- band, at our bright, comfortable fireside, and felt a thrill of that real happiness, which has fallen so abundantly to my lot. When the reverse of this happy picture pre- sents itself, how shall I endure its pains. These are my happiest hours, we are all bles- sed with health, and with the comforts, and even
elegances of Life, so that my troubles are only imaginary. My husband is kind, & indulgent; so that my study must be to merit his Love. Met Pa in Canal Street this morning. Garret sent home a Barrel of Apples, and a Firkin of Butter. I bought a quantity of spice at Lewis. Made pumpkin pies to.day.