0053Wednesday. 27th March. 1850.
A snow storm.
I did not think of snow, but found
a large sprinkling on the ground. Could not walk out
so kept myself within doors.
Annie, brushed my hair, thought it soft and fine.
My back tired from sitting.
Read a book in favour of Romaniism by Fenelon ,
Protestants suffer terribly from his remarks.
Julia, passed the afternoon learning her lessons.
I assisted her in composition on “Excelsior”.