New.York. Monday. 8.th. November. 1841. A storm hard rain, some snow fell in the night. The roofs were covered in the morning. I spent a quiet day in bed, my breast slightly in- flammed, no cough, or expectorating, which is a great blessing, as this would be painfull indeed. The children are all fat, and hearty, Remsen has a slight cold, but not serious. Three singular occurance to.day, one reality. John Varick, spent an hour with us to.night; caught me in my blanket. Took a Seidbts powder.