Mild, but rather uncertain, some appearance of rain, or snow.
Julie, and I sat quietly down to our morning avocations, she comeing over her lessons, and busily employed sewing.
At eleven, Mr Hasbrouck came up to tell me it was summer, and I must walk out. I first sent off the boys, and then with “Sis” set out myself
The air was mild, and damp, rather oppressive
and debilitating, and the pavements very wet.
We called to see Mrs Purdy, and sat an hour with
her. She is beautifully settled, has a sweet bode
but yet thinks of removeing to the country.
This is a changing world, nothing permanent.
We returned home through Broadway, met many
familiar faces. I bowed to Mrs Mauran.
My satin cloak, and velvet long shawl, rather
too warm. Muffs quite disagreable.
“Mrs John Van Nest,” called in my absence, she has
been to see me in two years.
After dinner, I sat down to read, did not feel
brave enough to accompany “Mon Marie” in a walk.
We have had lovely bright moonlight, for the past week, but I have enjoyed it only through the windows.
Garret, has been too much engaged to go out with me, even had I wished it.
The public mind has been much excited by the trial of “Mr. Colt,” for the murder of “Samuel Adams” My sympathies have been enlisted on his side,
altho justice tells me he ought to suffer the full penalty of the Law for his shocking crime. We are all guilty
criminals, altho our sins are hid from our fellow creatures, we must confess them before God, and suffer all the pangs of shame, and remorse, which harass the breast of “Colt.” Let us be mindfull to each other.
For more on the colt trial, see “Murder by Gaslight”