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174_Page 172New. York. Green, St. Friday. 17. teenth December. 1841.

A pitiless storm, of snow and hail, cold and wintry blasts of wind, piercing every part of the house. The storm disturbed us in the night; it was very severe. Our roof leaked in several places. A dark morning makes us indulge in bed rather later than when the sun shines brightly forth. G, and I had a little confab at breakfast, he accuseing me of extravagance, while I of course defended my suit. His idea that I do nothing is absurd; I should consider myself unfit to live, where my days are passed in idleness. A good wife must bear, and fer bear [sic], we all know there are spots in the sun, so it is in the character of even a good husband. G. is on extremes in all things too indulgent, or too severe. Simon attempted to wash the front windows, but the water froze on the glass. I washed the mirrors, and shades on the mantel. Attempted to teach Louis to spell, he repeated his catacism quite well. Ann making apple pies to. day. The cold is severe to. day, and the streets deserted, this storm is a foretaste of winter. Garret, read aloud this evening, the “report of the Secretary of the Navy”, which is considered a good document, and very satisfactory. He also, read aloud the correspondence between Mr Stephenson, our minister, and Lord Palmerston, on the right of search of vessels sailing under our flag. I love to hear these political articles, they give us an insight into the state of affairs, a subject on which American females are apt to be unpardonably ignorant.
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Confab:an informal private conversation or discussion

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