pg 36 cropTuesday. 15. February. 1842.

Cold, and blustering, with bright gleams of sunshine.

I did not go out to.day, thought it more prudent to remain at home. My throat slightly inabated, and chest delicate. Maria, came in to dinner; she had heard some particulars of the “Boz Ball” that it was crowded, and mixed of course.
Our dinner of corn beef, and cabbage, was not done to my taste, so I could not make a meal. My appetite is very poor at present. Delicacies alone will tempt me, to eat.

Garret, bought some apples to.day. Two cents a
piece. Maria went home after dinner.
Mr Laird, took tea with us, spent the evening,
and staid all night. G. s standing joke came
in once more. A cold night, moon overcast.
Boz Ball- On this day, fans of Charles Dickens organize the Boz Ball, an elite party for the celebrated writer who had arrived in the United States in January for a five-month tour. (Dickens’ earliest works had been published under the pseudonym Boz.)
Only members of New York’s aristocracy were invited to the ball, with each guest’s background and pedigree thoroughly inspected. Tickets were priced at the outrageous sum of $10. The event, held at the Park Theater in New York, sold out, and event organizers later held two more sold-out balls, open to the general public.