Pleasant, and clear sky. The air cool, and strengthening.
Julie’s birth day. She is six years old to day. We have all been makeing fools of one another, this morning. I caught Garret, finely, and sent one to Bridge, and Mrs Bloodgood. Julie was determined to spend the day with her grandmother, so after some delays, and disappoint-
ments as to dress, we finally got all strait, and
set off on our journey.
They were looking for us, but I could not dine, or
eat custard made for the occasion. Henry,
is getting better, looks very thin. Catharine is
only tolerable. I returned at three, found
“mon mari,” waiting my arrival, but unfortunately
the dinner, was not ordered.
We soon sat down to a broiled fish, and for des-
sert some nice pan. cakes.
After dinner I walked out, and went over by a
strange fatality to see Mrs Grey. Six years had
passed, since I was taken there in extreme
pain, to give birth to Miss Julie. I did not
think of these events untill I found my.
self in the house. Mrs Grey was quite sick
with a shocking cold, and sent for me to come
down in her basement. After sitting a quarter of
an hour she told me her brother had been sick two
weeks with scarlet fever, and had left for the country
a few days ago. I was shocked, and the idea
that she was getting it, made me tremble. I
soon left, regretting my visit, from my heart.
Julie, slept at her grandmothers, I sent her
nightgown up by Simon. She was waltzing
around with Eugene.
I can pet my little boys in her absence to my
hearts content. Louis, looks pale to night.
Garret, complaining of the hard times.