Sunday. 15. December.
A Snow Storm.
We all remained within doors.
Monday. 16. December.
Very damp but moderate. Rain.
I went with Maria H. to Chelsea,
she bade good bye to all. Mother seemed in distress, her son H. [Horace, Julia’s brother] was with her, I heard his voice. A furious rain came
up after dinner. After a spirited contest with G. Maria gave up tempers.
her jaunt. How foolish these tears, and sharp words!! the delight of some