pg 30Tuesday. 8.th. February. 1842.

A pleasant, bright day, wind rather high.

My cold much better to.day.
I returned to walk out, but felt rather fearfull of of damp streets. Went with Garret, to look at some houses, he always changes his views, and opinions so often that I never like to decide. Indeed, he is the most proper person to choose, my tastes are rather too
extravagant for the Times. To find a good house
and pleasant situation, at a cheap rent is out of
the question, that is down town, as we term it.
Boys went out to walk, they are both in fine
health. I miss Julie, very much, the house
seems deserted. She requires constant manage-
ment, so that when my chest is delicate, I am
relieved by her absence.