Thursday. January. 1842.

Cold, and clear, streets perfectly dry.

I dressed myself for a walk, warmly as I
supposed, but found the air very keen, so that
my fingers were frozen stiff.
My brown silk came home it looks much better,
since it was turned, I put it on, with my brown
gaiter boots, and suffered from the cold, es
I called in to see Deborah, sat an hour with her,
stopped at Middletons for thick shoes, Sis, could
not find them, ordered a pair made at Millers.
Returned home almost frozen.
Louis, walked down Broadway, to see some s___s.
he did not mind the cold as much, as I
Mr. Laird, staid with us to night
it was a very cold night.