122_Page 120New.York. Sunday. 3.d. October. 1841.

A terrible storm of rain, and wind from the north. east, making all things fly before its furry. We kept a fire in the nursery, and spent our day there, the children romped from morning untill night, setting my head almost wild. Our evening was quiet, but I could not keep myself warm even by a fire. Garret read “Scott’s preface” to his Bible, while I perused the Life of Dr John Newton, a great sinner and a great saint. Slept on a Feather. bed to night.