099_Page 97Sing.Sing. Wednesday. 18.teenth August. 1841.

A very warm morning; no air even to stir a leaf. I slept late this morning, think my habits bad of late. Do not get to bed early enough, to please my “good man.” The children all smart to.day. Louis, took his second, or rather third dose of Lozenges this morning. I finished a letter to Maria Hasbrouck to.day, one I penned last week.