pg December. 1843.
Mild, and pleasant.

Catharine, spent this day with me.
I went out previous to her arrival, to look at silks for a
dress. The morning walk was find, conducive to my
Bridget [Julia’s house servant] obliged to go to bed, a severe cold has overtaken
her; She looks miserably.
This event adds to my cares, as altho slow she is
fine, and we miss her very much. A fit of illness,
is however, a good schoolmaster, profitable to all, as we
then find leisure to renew our past life, making new
resolves to amend our faults.
Providence, chastens us for our own good.