An old fashioned snow storm; cold and damp air. Maria, sat all the morning, went home before dinner I wanted to get out, but was prevented by her company. Mr H. did not go down after dinner, the snow fell very fast. I sewed all the evening on my night gowns. G. was so stupid, and sleepy, he could not hop up.
A very fine day, but cold.
The streets were dry, and filled with ladies to.day. I dressed Julie, and went with her to see Mrs Anelli, we sat a short time, and looked at a beautifull painting just finishing by Mr A. I looked at some head.dresses, they were all too dear- My generous husband, game me money to purchase any thing I chose, but I could not make a selection, as Julie became cold, and wished to get home. Met Maria, she returned home with us, knowing her desire to go to the concert, I asked G. to take us. The room at Niblo’s was brilliantly lighted, and filled with people. The Brahms, Mrs Sutton, and daughter, did their best to entertain us, but I was ennui (1) before the first act. We returned home at ten, I do not think another concert will tempt me this winter. Made our supper on ham and bread, not nicely cut. Mr H. brought me three splendid pocket handkerchiefs, to choose from.
(1) ennui- boredom
A fine day, the afternoon quite pleasant.
I sat at home putting all things in order. The three children went to a party given by “Remsen Onderdonk Junior.” Bridget went with them, and they all behaved very well, did not get home untill near nine, in great spirits delighted with the party. Each one brought home a little Toy, as a present. Mr H. took them himself, they walked up. Simon went to bring them home.
Warm, and delightfull day for this season.
The children were much pleased with their toys, but soon commenced the accidents, which all toys are subject too. At half past twelve, we set off in a carriage to make the long promised visit to nineteenth street. I had some confusion in getting all hands dressed for the occasion, not excepting my own toilette; which was some trouble. My pud ding dishes did not come home in time, and the next puddings gave me some trouble. We passed a pleasant day; no strangers present; the guests came late, and almost made us fear we should have to eat all the dinner ourselves. Mother, was not well, and quite lame from her fall, and over exertion in walking down here on Saturday night. The Onderdonks, and Miss Bleeker, and brother came in after tea. I played one set cotillions on the horrid old tin.kettle, I can not call it a piano. At ten Mr H. took us all home in a Cab. I was thankfull the day was ever so agreably to all…
A beautifull day, clear and not very cold.
I went to Church in the afternoon, and was much pleased and interested in our sermon. “Lord teach me the measure of my days,” and other verses of this beautifull psalm, was forcibly presented to our attention. The last Sabbath of our dying year was pictured to our minds, and the whole subject Life, and death pressed upon our most serious consideration. Mr H. gave two dollars this morning to clothe the poor of the Church. The children all went early to bed, to be in readiness for the marrow.