Saturday.23.d July.1842. A sultry warm day. I was quite unwell all this day, ate nothing but two soda biscuits, and some port-wine. My stomach, deranged; and bowels loose. Henry Varick, called in. I slept two hours, and felt better at noon. Mother surprised me by a visit, she staid to tea, and done me good by her sympathy. Half the ills of life can be relieved by this, shareing our griefs with others. I went to the stage with mother, took a short walk with G. the streets smelled disagreable [sic]. Read a letter from Maria Hasbrouck, she wants us to come up in August.