New.York. Saturday. 25.th. September. 1841.
Rain pouring down in torrents, high winds and all true indicators of our equinoctial storm. This has been an uncertain day of sunshine, and storm. I walked out with Julie in the afternoon, it was clear and delightfull. Bought her a comb, 8.d. [pence] Edgar took tea with us, and bid us good.bye. His health is about the same. My appetite very good, and complexion clear, but pale I drink port.wine daily to strengthen me, it appears to do me much good. Commenced reading “Scotts Commentaries” to.night.