0042Sunday. March. 3rd 1850.
A storm of Snow, sleet & rain. Clear sky at sun.set.
We were surprised to find every thing
without doors, shrouded in Winter garments. Snow!
Deceitful March, how she cheats us!
We all kept the house, and read for our improvement.
Eugene took tea with us, assisted the boys with their
Latin. I had no fire in the parlour, our first mission.
Received Eugene in my sitting room, up stairs.

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