150_Page 148Sunday. 9.th. April. 1843.
A disagreable [sic] day, gusty, and slight spits of snow.

Our house very quiet. The servants at Church.
Bridget, still remains with Catharine. Who has been
dangerously ill, her infant born dead.
I did not go to Church; thought it important as my cold is just leaving me. It was communion sabbath, and I wished myself among those who were of an “humble, contrite sprit at the supper of the savior. “Do this in Remembrance of Me” was whispered in my ear many times on this day, by the still small voice of conscience.”Mr H. took the boys to walk, but did not go to Church.