Sing.Sing. Sunday. 1st of August. 1841. Cool, and pleasant . The storm has passed over, some wet clouds still threaten as rain. Garret, and I did not venture to Church, the roads too damp for my state, at present. My Sabbath was not spent as I could wish; the children are more troublesome than usual, when their father is here. Louis was fretfull from fatigue, the poor child, missed his usual nap.