Wednesday. March. 1842.

pg 56A chilling gloomy storm of wind & rain.

Julie, coughs in the night, in fact her cold seems to trouble her most then. She looks
pale, and delicate.
Garret, left us this morning, his spirits and energies much less buoyant than usual.
I almost regret his haveing sold, as here we were at a cheap rent. A merchants wife, must not expect a tranquil stream, there are too many rocks, and quick.sand in the way. I feel quite dull to day, it is
an infectious complaint. Cut out a pair pants, drilling for Louis. Finished ruffling a collar.

Mr H. did not go down in the afternoon. I put the children in bed to night.