Wet streets, but mild atmosphere.
I did not go out to day, was fearfull of adding to my cold. Mr H. and the Dr went to hear Mr Potts in the morning; and in the evening Mr Barret the Sweden borgien.[sic] I cannot keep my children in proper subjection on the Sabbath day; They will romp, and play in despite of force or reason. The fault however, lies with myself, I do not exert all my energies to check the evil, but rather hope that time will conquer the evils, indolence permits. We all bore our case, and to arrouse our mental, and physical faculties, require an influence on the affections, even higher than “maternal love”