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069_Page 67Monday. 7.th. November. 1842.

A warm, hazy atmosphere, delightfull for washing.

I sat myself down this morning to mend old cloth pantaloons for Louis; Bridget cleaned the Basement. Julie, did not get her lessons, as my time was occupied. Marie came in, wished me to walk in Broadway with her, we went to Stuarts, looked at his de lains I received a long letter from Ms Brown, at Charleston, and a troublesome commision which took away all the pleasure of the communication. Time flies away so fast I can get nothing accomplished. My children; my work, my own mental pursuits, even my religious duties are neglected. street walking, and “droppers in” waste all my precious moments. leaving me nothing but regrets, and resolutions of amendment.

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