086_Page 84Wednesday. 14. teenth. December. 1842.

Every thing covered with snow, cold and blustering.
I came down at half past seven, found Simon unprepared was [provoked] at him, “Great lazy booby.” Turned him out, while I dressed myself, could have pulled his hair off. G. went to the store late, was engaged in the parlour, untill late. I sat down to write to Cornelia L. Feel very sure my letter will suit my fastidious taste. My pens are bad, and knife dull. Was examined this morning, not by myself, but by G. on the
sciences. G. purchased himself a box, to.day for use not or nament. Ornaments out of fashion for gentlemen.